The Holy Books
The holy books spoil narcissistic minds,
enslave them to a faith and turn them blinds
to reason and broad views.
With bigotry, the hearts, bruise
and to terror lend them as new finds.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Two Wise Men
there is a legacy, an old legacy of two books
the old books of ancient
the ancient wisdom
of two men
two wise men
with good hearts
and good minds
one by name of Luqman
and the other man
is the great porphet-king Solomon
I didn't find these two books
but I found
THe wise words
of these two men
The songs
of wisdom's book
pouring from the heaven
to the heart
the MAN with NO FAITH in ALLAH
is NO MAN
BE faithful then your illness is all gone
THere is holy obligation upon man
care for parents as they care
then be fair free from bias
upon your self
upon your men
or your enemy
you will win; then and ofter
in this life
and thereafter
poem by Sallam Yassin
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God Will Be Back
Between belief and non-belief
Battle the reason and faith
When one fails, the other takes over
Down on our knees, we surrender.
Faith in reason finds no reason in faith
An escaping belief in god's presence
All the testaments don't live up to the truth
When reason reigns, god makes no sense.
But then reasons can't bring solace
Rationality is hard and ruthless
When the fire brings tormenting pain
Reason flees and god soothes like rain.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Tolerance.
If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.
Wednesday,13 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Faith in All Its Irony
Faith..........., it may begin
as the hallmark of lunacy. For
who could find solace in that which lies
not a rhyme or reason written in stone?
Trust in this substance should I, that which,
from only a mustard seed,
magically becomes path clear
of stubborn anguish and
mental debris?
Hitherto have not the gifted minds
of grafted men delved deeply enough
seeking, desiring the discovery of but a
single hole for which to reach through and turn faith
inside out and in respect of their magnanimity can
one not profer reason enough to
sow fears within?
Perhaps we may find that what
will have been discovered when that
hole in faith is found is that we
were indeed standing on the
highest loft in the illusion of
a great moment ironically defined....
by a faith in faith's emptiness
poem by Bryan E. DeYoung
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A reason to live
A man's reason to live is his very reason to die. His reason to live is his reason to sacrifice by his reason to love. His reason to love is his reason to die. If he died it would be a great sacrifice by reason of his faith. Then that reason of faith is substantiated if that love is good. Therefore his faith is purposeful.
A dangerous man has no reason to live and therefore no reason to love as all is lost. If that man has no love he has no reason for faith and he has no reason of faith because there is no love. He will give up his life easily. Look at the ones who love you and you will have the reason to live. That reason to live is what makes you believe in life. Therefore by reason of love you have faith and by reason of faith you have life. - John 17: 3
poem by Talmadge Rogalla
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A reason to live
A man's reason to live is his very reason to die. His reason to live is his reason to sacrifice by his reason to love. His reason to love is his reason to die. If he died it would be a great sacrifice by reason of his faith. Then that reason of faith is substantiated if that love is good. Therefore his faith is purposeful.
A dangerous man has no reason to live and therefore no reason to love as all is lost. If that man has no love he has no reason for faith and he has no reason of faith because there is no love. He will give up his life easily. Look at the ones who love you and you will have the reason to live. That reason to live is what makes you believe in life. Therefore by reason of love you have faith and by reason of faith you have life. - John 17: 3
poem by Talmadge Beavan
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Medley
A. go tell it on the mountain b. life uncommon c. from a distance
When I was a seeker / I sought both night and day / I asked the lord to help me / and he showed me the way
Go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on the mountain / that jesus christ is born
He made me a watchman / up on the city wall / and if I am a christian / I am the least of all
Go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on the mountain / that jesus christ is born
While shepherds kept their watching / oer wandring flock by night / behold! from out of the heavens / there shown a holy light
Go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on the mountain / that jesus christ is born / go tell it on the mountain / over the hills and evrywhere / go tell it on t
Untain / that jesus christ is born
God is watching us, God is watching us / God is watching us from a distance / God is watching us, God is watching us / God is watching us / (from a distance)
Ive heard your anguish / oh! Ive heard your hearts cry out / were tired, oh! we are weary / oh! we arent worn out / set down your chains / til only faith remains / set down your chains
And lend your voices / only to sounds of freedom / oh, no longer lend your strength to that / which you wish to be free from / fill your lives with love and bravry / and we shall lead a life un
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There are plenty of people / who pray for peace / but if praying were enough / oh! it would have come to be / dont ever let your words enslave no one / and the heavens will hush themselves / to
Our voices ring out clear / with sounds of freedom / sounds of freedom
Come on you unbelievers / oh! move out of the way / there is a new army coming / oh! and we are armed with faith / oh! live, oh! we must give / oh! live
And lend our voices only to sounds of freedom / no longer lend your strength / to that which you wish to be free from / fill your lives with love and bravry / and we shall lead / a life uncommo
Ill your lives with love and bravry / oh! and we shall lead / a life uncommon
God is watching us, God is watching us, /
God is watching us from a distance
God is watching us, God is watching us, /
God is watching us from a distance
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The Doubt of Future Foes
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
But clouds of joys untried do cloak aspiring minds,
Which turn to rain of late repent by changed course of winds.
The top of hope supposed the root upreared shall be,
And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly ye shall see.
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,
Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.
The daughter of debate that discord aye doth sow
Shall reap no gain where former rule still peace hath taught to know.
No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;
Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort.
My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ
To poll their tops that seek such change or gape for future joy.
poem by Queen Elizabeth I
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Exhaustion
The bigots are not tired to kill
and in minds the rules of their cults fill.
The codes of their holy books
are the misleading crooks.
These books cause the blood of the poor to spill.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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No Turning Back
when it seems like life on you
has turned its back
and against you the cards are stacked.
when it seems you need a friend
and there is no hand outstretched to lend.
when you feel it's time to conceed
and there's no one there to fill your needs.
that is when you turn to GOD.
it is not very hard.
we all have times when we feel alone
but my strength has always shown.
for i put my faith in GOD above
for he gives us all his love.
when we feel like we're walking
down a dead end street
and we don't seem to find relief.
that is when you stop to pray
and ask the lord to lead the way.
and when you feel that your
heart has hardened to all around
and you feel that every one puts you down.
then again you stop and pray
and you will hear the good lord say.
don't ever give up my child
for i have been with you
for quite a while.
on you i will never turn away
because of your faith you will not sway.
when you put your faith in me
this will be my guarantee.
that in prayer you will never be without
for i will erase all those doubts.
i will give you all that you need
and in this life you will succeed.
this is the reason that there is
no turning back
from your love and faith i will not slack.
poem by Louis Rams
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Book Borrower
I am a mild man, you'll agree,
But red my rage is,
When folks who borrow books from me
Turn down their pages.
Or when a chap a book I lend,
And find he's loaned it
Without permission to a friend -
As if he owned it.
But worst of all I hate those crooks
(May hell-fires burn them!)
Who beg the loan of cherished books
And don't return them.
My books are tendrils of myself
No shears can sever . . .
May he who rapes one from its shelf
Be damned forever.
poem by Robert William Service
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One Tumbles Down
Power blinds, money blinds
And sex blinds. One tumbles down
Hunger blinds; so does revenge
Jealousy blinds. One tumbles down
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Books up on books
Color in Black, color in white
And also in different colors
Colors were brushed in minds
Respectively be hard
Printed embossed letters
In books of epigraphy
Color in black
On Space of white
Told that is black
Black white and colors
Books up on books
Being closed near by
Dialogues having intercourse
Get soaked colors of minds
Smudged
Scabrous words
Boorish colors
In a content of
In a book
Wearing a strange cover
Not get closed
And be separated
Having filed up afar
At the library of old
On a table
Books up on books
Turn pages
Marking and conflicting
And also comparing
An empty paper
A pen
A hand with five fingers
An artist
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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I miss my twin sister
My twin sister...
Many people said like that to us
Even, we are not coming from the same dad and mom
But our figure are almost the same
I remember when the time she visit me and my husband
My tears came up from my eyes
I don't know why i did that
Maybe because i need her to share my feeling
I need her to hear my story
You lend me everything
You lend me your books
You lend me your Bible
You lend me your dress
You give many precious gifts to me
You lend me your husband to take me
You lend me your husband to hear my sharing
I am sorry my sister, I know i hurt you
But, i never want to replace your place
He is your King
and You are his Queen
No one can't doubt me for that
Please, smile for me
You look so pretty with that dress
He is so lucky to have you
Pray for me.... so i can live my life with smile
Faith Is Dead
“What should I say?
Since Faith is dead”
Sir Thomas Wyatt penned,
Before five century
It is still true...After so long...
To repeat... ‘Faith is dead’...;
Faith is dead
In many hearts...
In many minds
Although many pretend
They are faithful
What they show
Is grey though
You feel it...
As the days run
Start avoiding those spirits
To repeat... “Faith is Dead”
Faith in some, still exist
So...pray...wait...view
To say, 'Faith is alive'
Thus...will abide...
Serenade In Faith
Continue...
poem by Sylva Portoian
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Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have left me.
quote by Anatole France
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Ad Moodium
Tut! Moody, do not try to show
To gentlemen and ladies
That if they have not 'Faith,' they'll go
Headlong to Hades.
Faith is belief; and how can I
Have that by being willing?
This dime I cannot, though I try,
Believe a shilling.
Perhaps you can. If so, pray do-
Believe you own it, also.
But what seems evidence to you
I may not call so.
Heaven knows I'd like the Faith to think
This little vessel's contents
Are liquid gold. I see 'tis ink
For writing nonsense.
Minds prone to Faith, however, may
Come now and then to sorrow:
They put their trust in truth to-day,
In lies to-morrow.
No doubt the happiness is great
To think as one would wish to;
But not to swallow every bait,
As certain fish do.
To think a snake a cord, I hope,
Would bolden and delight me;
But some day I might think a rope
Would chase and bite me.
'Curst Reason! Faith forever blest!'
You're crying all the season.
Well, who decides that Faith is best?
Why, Mr. Reason.
He's right or wrong; he answers you
According to your folly,
And says what you have taught him to,
Like any polly.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Open Asylum
Here the lunatics are free.
They walk the streets confined
within their minds,
and peer out through the blinds
and the visors of their faces
to see
a world outside
their continent of cells.
It shines out:
the cunning, sensuality and terror
and that strange, otherworldly grin
of the damned world locked within.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Burn Those Books
I would love to believe
That education was a key
To open the jailed opportunities
I kept on comprehending
That education had by all means
Been a hero to rescue
All the captured visions
But today I turn around
And shout aloud up in the mountains
Today I come to disclose
The hidden truth
And I continue to voice out
'BURN ALL THOSE BOOKS'
I have seen so much cruelty
I have experienced the devil
All in human's body
conserved by the minds
And captivated by all their hearts
But so I never turned back from saying
BURN ALL THOSE BOOKS!
Racism, Poverty and war
But yet have all this stapled papers
Attached together to form a book
Then what could be the significancy of it?
I say put all of those in tha burning flames
Because the world is dieying regardless,
And they are very much useless
I say:
'Burn All Those Books'
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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America When Will You Come Of Age?
America when
will you come of age
realize as God said
“As you judge
as you do unto others
so will you be
judged so will it
be done unto you”?
A little faith compassion humanity
goes an awfully long way
wins honest hearts minds sincerity.
Why make such resolute enemies
with inhuman terror tactics?
“when love thy neighbour as thyself”
“do unto others as you would have them do unto you”
Wins international domestic good will
wins hearts minds of good people globally.
Why make war on an entire religion
thinly disguised as crusade war on terror?
Have we not had enough crusades?
Once America stood as a nation of justice
honoured The Geneva Conventions!
Honoured International Law! But alas
political dementia seems to have set in
alarm bells are going off world wide
global deterioration scale sees reasoning
judgement personality proudly espousing
“we can attack anyone anywhere without
real provocation we can propaganda cause!
we need no justification international support
we can attack anywhere any when yes we can”
hubris is a serious disease staining white house
Once the Ten Commandment were displayed
in schools public buildings honoured in high
office now America walks with a different God.
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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