Wordlessness....
in the afternoon
after a walk uphill
exhausted
i sit down and relax
and do nothing
and then i formulate the
questions
and usually they remain to
be
as there are
in truth no possible
answers
it is this kind of acceptance
that makes life
so exciting so real
complacency subsumed
in uncertainty
the openness of the doors
of this tiny world of the grain
of sand
creates the necessary
space for breathing
the ocean of beliefs
chokes us essentially
the myriad choices
freeze us to a series of
mini-deaths
you shall be like the earth
receiving rain and sunshine
without communication
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A Grain Of Sand
If I hold a grain of sand
so tiny in my hand
it makes me sensitive and I understand
that is just like me.
For I am miniature on this earth
and yet I know my worth
and value how my granted birth
wants me to be free.
So I may wander with the flow
and like the sand just go
where the earthly tides do blow
so that I may see
that life is ever changing.
For it's rearranging
and always is exchanging
the scenes that come to me.
It creates new challenges I must face,
never allowing any space
to separate my warm embrace
from the grain of sand I see.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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That Part Of A Whole
it is a tiny part
as tiny as a grain of sand
you hardly give it
attention
you keep on saying
what is in this grain of sand
that philosophers
say contain this universe
something so tiny
yet to contain everything
and so you hold the grain of sand
against the light
and revolve it around your fingers
little finger planets
to the sun grain of sand
you cannot believe what you
felt and saw
and so you throw away that grain
of sand to the air
eating it like a big mouthed monsters
you are lost
your world dissolves
like ice
you turn to air
and there you are
gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ocean Of Choices
in the ocean of choices
ships sometimes collide
and you become one
of the fatalities
a part of yourself becomes
a passenger unaccounted
you become one of the fishes
in one of the myriad corals
you become part of the
one of the sands of
the ocean floor
in the ocean of choices
you are one of the yachts
racing for a prize
against the storms
and betrayals
then you never become a bridge
you are always one of the islands
in the ocean of choices
you try to swim and
then you drown
to become one of the
tiny stones.
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Questions Of My Childhood
When the sun is in the mid sky, he wears a golden crown
And he soaks the world with sunshine as he makes another round
It's been a faster year than yesterday, all the things that I had planned
And when I think I might be gaining
I'm in the sunshine once again
Well I walk the road of life among the strong, among the weak
And I ask them for the shortcut to the answers that I seek
But it seems nobody understands what is and what will be
Oh, the questions of my childhood weave a web of mystery
Can you get me through these changes?
Well I sure don't know about life, but one thing for sure
All I need is you babe, we got to get the golden key to unlock the door
I don't need to face a world of disillusion
I've come to one conclusion that I know you know is true
In the game of silent searching the cost of love is rising
And I'm just now realizing I'd be better of with you
It's a game that I've been living, now
I need to know what's real
Can you help me find the answers, can you tell the way I feel?
Will you stay with me forever, just stay with me tonight
And we can talk about tomorrow if it all works out alright
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Crucial Questions 0927 Initial Version
All life links into chains whose sk[e]ins evolve
as day and night spin round the seasons' clock.
Accelerating change makes Mankind mock
old cycles - life leaves little space to solve
its crucial questions before we dissolve
as dust, forgotten before we unlock
doors to answers which - if found - would shock.
None know ‘Why? , When? ' intrinsically involve
uncertainty, Man, self-fed, cannot solve
lies turning truths which on life's door may knock.
This implies more than information stock
as Life's equations cause/effect revolve
round wisdom from within which seeks the way
to find ‘true answers' during its short stay...
(12 March 2001)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Answers pondering
'There is never a question if an answer wasn't pending.! '
Answers pondering
Do butterfly have
notion of pain
does a grain of
sand know itself
does a waterdrop
have notion
when it falls
with the rain
has a wave any
notion of motion
these are questions
that potion my
worried mind
please you be
kind oh Answers
and fill me
with tender
refrain.
Madrason 12-03-2010
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* * *
in this life
there will be more questions than answers
everything seems to start with a what
followed up with when
and where but the most intriguing of course,
that which is unquenchable
that which demands the intervention of some
divinification
is the.....why?
so it is common: why me? why me?
why this? why did this happen to me?
fly to this world like a bird and gather the leaves
of whys
or just see them
they are like dusts, like sands of the shore, they are like
the particles in space, some meteors that they shoot
some planets unrevealed
some other galaxies unknown to us,
why? why?
it goes back again to why, it is true, this world is filled more
with questions
and the answers are getting less and less credible,
somehow others have given up the quest for answers
drowning in wine
and drugged themselves to this puzzle, this confusion,
this unknowables,
it is true, there must be a reason why,
we demand an explanation for the whys in our lives,
but then think somehow,
who are we to ask why?
we must go back to the basics of what, again for another start.
what are we? who are we?
we are but specks of light in the ocean of space
we are but the pebbles of the great rock
we are but fine granules of sand in the shore of this great universe.
i, think, let us be humble enough
to bow our heads, then look to the skies with awe and wonder,
then wait for a while
till the right when comes, then let us ask, why?
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More Questions Than Answers
There are wars around us daily and the world sleeps,
But read your Bible always to know the facts about all these prophesies!
For there are more questions than answers on this earth,
And like a red mark on the foreheads of mankind.
Of hope in life,
Of power in the name of war,
Of love to the people we care for,
Of faith on the journey on this earth,
And of a sound mind in the land of roses;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.
Beside the service of two,
Elias came as a surprise to us! !
And like the prophecy that is known to you;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.
Captured by various lusts,
But we brought nothing to the world and we will take away nothing out of it!
And like our tears after the bombs,
But there are more questions on this earth than answers.
Bombs everywhere! !
And like the corpses after the wars;
But in youthful lusts with green-uniforms like the flesh and blood as seen in Ivory Coast and in Libya!
And the world sleeps because of its many problems.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Couple Of Weeks
What makes a man weak
What makes a man strong
What makes him consider
The first or the latter
What he’s lost
what he’s won
If it all ever really mattered
There’s something about a biopsy
That can cause a man
to ponder
Over all the things he has
And what he’s done
And what’s over the horizon
Yonder
Waiting can do that
To a conflicted man, it’s truth
Makes him conjure up answers
To questions he seeks
Makes him know he’ll have answers
To at least some of the questions
Within a couple of weeks
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Grain Of Sand
From every grain of sand
That falls from my hand
Through my fingers to the ground
To utter but not a sound,
For like a Human life
That pasted before my eyes
To be here and then be gone
Forgotten like yesterdays dawn.
For like a grain of sand
The Boy became a Man
Who cries tears of His fate,
For He knows for what Man did,
Is from what Man had made.
Though as being caught up in the air
And being blown to who knows where
For where we go, no man knows
And where we die, is where we lie.
We are all here a lifetime
As though it seems a long time
It is though, but a short time,
To live and love, then die.
Like a grain of sand
That falls upon the beach
To be caught up in the rain or air
And to go where no one can reach,
A Girl becomes a Woman
The Boy becomes a Man
And everyone makes their own fall,
Like a simple, grain of sand.
Randy L. McClave
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How Much Notice Do You Need?
Uh-uh!
Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh...
Uh-uh Uh-uh uh!
I don't think so!
You're not going to get up in my face.
To leave any bitterness,
With me to leave you believe will be unnoticed.
Or think with me is perfectly okay!
I'm not having that as a piece of your cake,
To enjoy with a taste from you I will take.
And there will be no misunderstanding between us.
Today or ever...
Not in this place.
For as long as you stay in my home.
Without a payment of a bill you make!
Or anything in it you can say you own.
And anytime you believe you are grown...
There will be no argument.
Since my acceptance of that,
You have made known!
Now go to your room...
Before I deliver to you some real heartache.
Directly applied.
And you can expect soon!
'But you have to allow these kids today,
'Some' breathing space! '
That child of mine is fortunate to be breathing, period.
The only thing that is going to walk over me,
Is a bird taking off from the roof!
What I say inside these walls and doors I pay for,
Goes!
There is no democracy in here.
And calling the social services department...
Police, priests or Jesus.
Is not going to make one bit of a difference.
No disrespect shown in my home will be exposed.
Now,
If you want that kind of nonsense in your home,
I'll be glad to pack his bags!
And once that is done,
You can adopt him as your son!
How much notice do you need?
'And what about your other children? '
What have two left!
Which one do you want?
Take all three of them...
No questions asked!
'And your wife? '
She's sedated in the bedroom.
But I'm sure she will request...
A total absence of consciousness!
If she is part of the package!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By The Ocean (For Dislocated Heart)
I stand by the ocean,
Breathing in the crisp air of night fall,
Watching the moon slipping away,
As the sky melts into the sea;
An endless darkness.
I can feel my mind falling into its depths,
Thinking about every breath I take,
About the world above,
And the world below.
Questions fill my mind,
Questions of life, living, and existence,
Yet still I stand,
Silent and still.
The gentle breeze in the palm trees,
Brushing my hair across my face.
The wind pushes my dress against my legs,
The feeling almost mimicking that of the water.
I can feel the cool spray of the ocean with each wave,
A giant lung breathing the same air as I.
It is a calm entity existing to exist.
A world so unknown and full of wonder,
Yet so simple from above…
I breath a sigh and close my eyes,
The sight of the waves imprinted on my eyelids,
The scent filling my nose and mouth,
The water touching my skin,
The taste of the salt on my tongue,
The repetitive sound of the water endlessly fill my mind.
My feet buried in sand as if to be innocent sand crabs.
A moment so calm and simple,
Yet so meaningful,
If you take the time to experience it,
A moment in which nothing else matters,
Nothing but the water, the sand, and living.
Everything else, like the sky,
Melts away into the sea,
Into the endless dark abyss.
And so I stand,
By the water,
Living and breathing.
If only the world would stop for a moment,
A moment to live and breathe too;
So relaxing and yet so eye opening.
The silence of the night wrapping around me,
The ocean rocking me into sweet oblivion.
Until I have to open my eyes and walk inside,
Back to reality,
But until then,
I'll just stand here,
By the ocean.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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We Make These Choices!
who makes the choices
that change the world?
that decide who eats,
who has shelter,
who has medical care?
the choices...
whether or not to bomb,
whether to pull the trigger.
whether to see that justice is done,
or to turn the head,
and walk away...
whether to accept
people for who they are,
and what they are...
whether to stand up
for the other person's rights,
the other person's beliefs,
the other person's way of life...
whether to walk in dignity,
and respect,
or to take at all costs.
we make these choices,
each of us every moment
of every day.
what we do or dont do,
say or dont say,
give or dont give,
changes the world!
actions and inaction,
hidden thoughts and feelings,
who we vote for,
and whether we vote...
whether we're willing
to share what we have...
we change the world,
moment by moment...
for better, or worse?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Probing Questions
Is there something more to life, than endless days of toil and strife?
Is there something after all of this; a Hell below or a Heavenly Bliss?
Can there truly be life after death, this when we take our final breath?
That question always asked is why; do innocent people have to die?
Why do righteous people perish, while evil seems to always flourish?
Friend is there truly a Living God, who rules above the earth we trod?
And does God truly care for us; mortal beings that return to the dust?
Can anyone have true peace of mind, in this world that is so unkind?
Why’s there evil darkness everywhere, if He is a God filled with care?
And why would a God full of love, simply sit and watch from above?
These are just a few of many more, questions asked about my Lord,
Questions that you may have asked; some in the not so distant past.
Many questions are Satan’s reproof, to keep many from God’s Truth,
Let none of them keep you from, Christ who from Heaven has come,
With answers to these and more, on questions about Heaven’s Door.
The Spirit leads to God’s Word, with the answers to questions heard,
Eternal answers which you will find, fill your heart not just your mind.
Where God not just answers them, but gives new life to all my friend.
Then all the questions are second to, the Eternal Life He’s given you.
And now an answer in my life, is to Heaven I’m going in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
My Sunshine!
Sunshine, come out.
Sunshine, don't hide.
Sunshine, never pout.
Sunshine, be my guide.
Sunshine, love me sweet.
Sunshine, my heart is yours.
Sunshine, give me your heat.
Sunshine, open my doors.
Sunshine, take my hand.
Sunshine, don't leave me.
Sunshine, dry my sand.
My Sunshine, you'll always be.
poem by Tammie LeeAnn Thrasher
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The top of the hill and the bottom of the ocean
The top of the hill in our heart
The bottom of the ocean in our mind
Refuses to give in to the acceptance of
Self immolation and give up emulation.
It is for this we get the responsibility
To spread the books of morality of the supreme
Through out the world among the whole communities
While others expressed their handicapped inability
Including the sun, the moon and the expanding stars
It is the top of the hill and the bottom of the ocean
Makes and creates chasm which is one another's problem
Some times even creates a block to accept the supreme
It is the round off the things, the top negates the hill
And the bottom refuges to carry the ocean.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.
Unthinkable
when you feel that
there is a subsumed
trouble, when you
have in mind a certain
doubt, like doubting
me and my existence,
like you have only
questions for all
the answers.
when you think that
the world will stop
revolving,
please try to
rest a while, these
things are
unthinkable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A great scientist
He was full of questions.
For others, he provided answers
that stunned their knowledge and their world;
for him, his answers were but springboards
for his further questions.
He was the humblest of agnostics,
the humblest too, of atheists:
in the absence of sure faith in answers,
he lived with faith in questions;
and lived in wonder – full of wonder at the laws
that unfolded to his curiosity;
an eternity of questions;
an eternity of wonder at the world;
and perhaps, the God he did not believe in,
smiled, and loved him as a true believer;
sharing the goodness, truth and beauty of the universe
as angels may; believing in the love of law,
as the God of questions and creation must.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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