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Bathe the soul

Take steps to correct things
You had done wrong in the past.
Take steps to atone for the miseries
You had put people through.
Sit alone and weep and repent
If it is impossible to do so.
Bathe the soul and remove the dirt
Before you give send of to it..
12.08.2011

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Two Steps

Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together

Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another

Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.

Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….

poem by Kriti Krits
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Step on with me on my steps

Oh baby step on with me on my steps
I will take you to the world you never been
Keep your eyes closed
World out there is ugly

I am neither god nor a hero
To take you on a smooth journey
Neither any god nor hero would come
To save us from our miseries

Hold me tight & close your eyes
Trust me till the end
And step on with me on my steps
To drive the miseries away

Oh baby! step on with me on my steps
To see a beautiful world
A world filled with happiness & joy
A world filled with love & smile

poem by Vijay Sherigar
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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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Steps

Each house has steps of various types,
And numbers, leading to its door;
We leave our foot-wear and walk in,
As tradition demands us so.

And there are steps to temples too,
Especially those built on hills;
We do most things in steps in life;
But walk, we must in Lord’s footsteps!

Our spiritual life has steps to make;
We cannot take a nap at all;
The door to heaven has no steps,
And so also, the fall to hell!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-16-2008

poem by John Celes
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All the children in the school should learn the steps of everything, before they learn the thing, then they know which step they're doing better, because your voice is in certain steps and has to do most of the things that have been composed in those steps.

quote by Ninette de Valois
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Two Steps Behind

Walk away if you want to.
Its ok, if you need to.
Well, you can run, but you can never hide
From the shadow thats creepin up beside you.
And, theres a magic runnin through your soul,
But you cant have it all.
(whatever you do)
Well, Ill be two steps behind you
(wherever you go)
And Ill be there to remind you
That it only takes a minute of your precious time
To turn around and Ill be two steps behind.
Yeah, yeah.
Take the time to think about it.
Just walk the line, you know you just cant fight it
And take a look around, youll see what you cant find,
Like the fire thats burnin up inside me.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Yeah, baby.
Two steps behind
Oh, sugar,
Two steps behind.

song performed by by Def Leppard
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Steps

Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could ease my day a little
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be chased in doing my work
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could enjoy my day at peace
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be surprised by any outcome
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I let my life to be freely flow
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I could focus on what I want to achieve

Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could take a little nap
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be alerted every time
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could prepare the worst
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be bothered by all strategy maneuvers
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I don’t really care about that anymore
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I won’t waste my energy to worry

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Day Of Judgment

When the bearing and doing are over,
And no more is to do or bear,
God will see us and judge us
The kind of men we were;
And our sins, so ugly and heavy,
We shall drag them into His sight,
And throw them down at the foot of the throne,
Foul on the steps of light.

We shall not be shamed or frightened,
Though the angels are all at hand,
For He will look at our burden,
And He will understand.
He will turn to the little angels,
Agog to hear and obey,
And point to the festering sin-loads
With, 'Take that rubbish away!'

Then the steps will be cleared of the burdens
That we threw down at His feet;
And we shall be washed in the tears of Christ,
And our tears bathe His feet.
And the harvest of all our sinning
That moment's shame will reap -
When we look in the eyes that love us
And know we have made them weep.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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We have to learn to think in a new way. We have to learn to ask ourselves, not what steps can be taken to give military victory to whatever group we prefer, for there no longer are such steps; the question we have to ask ourselves is: what steps can be taken to prevent a military contest of which the issue must be disastrous to all parties?

quote by Bertrand Russell
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But Mostly In The Wrong Direction

day 1
took 1,473 steps today(or rather night) under the dark, weighted
sky, nearly stumbled but the cracks in the sidewalk
can't bring me down
day 34
love left me today(or rather morning)
7,893 steps say run, run, get away
and never come back
day 127
hope returned today(or rather afternoon)
and so did i
with 7,894 steps just to make up for leaving
day 542
walked today (was it morning or afternoon?)
do you know how the cold makes the sunset freeze in gold?
didn't count steps today
much better things to do

poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
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What is past is past, there is a future left to all men, who have the virtue to repent and the energy to atone.

quote by Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
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14 Angels

When at night I go to sleep
14 angels watch do keep
Two my head are guarding
Two my feet are guiding
Two to whom tis given
To guide my steps
To heaven
To guide me
When at dawn my eyes do wake
14 angels my peace do take
Two there are who need me
Two there are who feed me
Two who sway before me show me
All Ive known
Is wrong, that I am
Not me
Two there are to take my soul
Away from here
To guide my steps

song performed by by Information Society
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My School Days

When I went to school
I always watch the way, that I covered
so, I always getting late to school.

My teacher complained my Mom
and my Mom got confused
because she knows I had never been late to my school.

One day she asked why teacher complaining so?
I kept my finger tip on my lips and said,
''Mom I always do count my foot steps towards the school
but I never got a proper counting
it was always found to be wrong
I had seen that when I walked towards school
why my foot steps are stepping wrong?
Did I take a wrong path?
so I turn behind to watch my way every time I step forward,
thinking that this is not the right path

Why are you thinking like that,
my Mom asked me,
''because Mom If i found my mistake early then
I can change my way and get a chance to correct it.''
This time my Mom kept her fingertip on her lips.

poem by Lata Tejeswar
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Caribou

I live cement
I hate this street
Give dirt to me
I bite lament
This human form
Where I was born
I now repent
Caribou (3x)
Repent
Re-pe-ent
Give me wide
Ground to run
And foregone
Lets me knife
Knife me lets
I will get
What I like
Caribou (3x)
Repent
Rep-pent

song performed by by Pixies
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199 Steps to Heaven

They were my 199 steps to heaven
Grandad found them 199 steps of hell
Angina.
But still he always climbed
Never complained
As I think he knew,
He was climbing the 199 steps to heaven.

I can't even remember
When I first did climb
just always had.
I can remember
Counting
Did it really take 199 steps to heaven?
Some debate
That there are only 198
But they were my 199 steps to heaven.

But
Then I realized that
By counting the 199 steps to heaven
Meticulously
Religiously
I was missing the view on the way up
To heaven
And it didn't really matter if it was
198 or 199
They'd always be my 199 steps to heaven.

Then my eyes were opened and I saw
the view up was just as spectacular
As the view from heaven.
And I realized how much of it I'd missed;
Counting
So I stopped and
Just admired the view
On the way up
My 199 steps to heaven.

The view, like time stood still
Old tile roof tops,
Sprawling cliff faces
And the sea.
It was always the sea for me.
Whether in a rage or in a lull
I loved it unconditionally
The long straight pier
Jutting freely.
And all this I could see
From my 199 steps to heaven.

And sometimes we'd have to stop
Half way
For granddad to recover
Breath labored but still
Determined
To climb those 199 steps to heaven

And I'd wonder
Who?
How many?
Had climbed these 199 steps
Did they know they were climbing
My 199 steps to heaven?

The tourists, locals,
And in days long gone;
The coffin bearers.
All climbing my 199 steps to heaven
And, if you believe him
Mr Stoker
Claims
That the Count
Formed in a hound from hell
Climbed those
199 steps to heaven.

And when we'd finally reach the top
My world spread out before me
I'd weave between the gravestones
Thinking how lucky
These corpses were to be
Lying, eternally
There;
Their own piece of earth;
At the top of
My 199 steps to heaven.

And the north wind blew strong
And sang me a sweet sad song
As I gazed over my world
Cliffs, sea, a never ending horizon
Calling to me, welcoming me
Needing me as much as I needed
It
My 199 Steps to Heaven

And if you ever climb my 199 steps to heaven
Please throw my name off the edge,
Into the wind to blow it free
Forever
As I am separated by distance
heart breaking
soul aching
For my
199 steps to heaven.

Shadow Girl

poem by Shadow Girl
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Never Give Up!

The river seems uncrossable, the mountain seems too high,
The problem seems impossible, enough to make you sigh...
The challenge is too great a task, the waters are too deep,
The question is too vast to ask, enough to make you weep...
The burden is too hard to bear, the worries never end,
The sorrow seems too sharp to share, enough to spare your friend.
The heartaches make you wear a frown, the future looks so bleak,
The life you live still gets you down, enough to make you weak.
The battles offer fragile hope, the world wars cost too much,
The conscience mourns and tries to cope, enough to stay in touch.
The spirit yearns for something more, the sad soul yearns it, too.
The pilgrims pray at Heaven's Door, enough to see things through.
The demons rage against the light, the angels strive to win,
The Lord Himself will lead the fight! God knows He won't give in!
The passage through eternity, begins with steps of faith!
Never give up! Through Calvary, our God is strong to save!

poem by Denis Martindale
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Sonnet: So, Change Your Heart Right Now

You cannot have your sinful friends for long;
You cannot be both good and bad forev’r;
You cannot sing all life, a joyful song;
You cannot ignore God as your Master.

Your worldly wisdom cannot save your soul;
You cannot sin for long without God’s fear;
Just heed your conscience; change your earthly role,
And change your heart right now, my brother dear.

God’s patience may not last for next moment;
The Maker’s rod may come upon you soon;
Give up your sinful habits and repent;
Not far off is your night without a moon!

Remember man, your soul needs care today;
Atone; repent; amend your life this day.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2008

poem by John Celes
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Cautioners

The time I would spend with pictures I would not send
I watched you go from left to right
I follow you all night across my blinds
I'm making my peace making it with distance
maybe that's a big mistake
you know I'm thinking of you
I miss you
You'll change your mind come monday and turn your back on me
take your steps away with hesitance
take your steps away from me.

song performed by by Jimmy Eat World from Bleed American
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It Is Night Late, I Should Sleep...

I am a tree with beautiful flowers of bloom,
Google is a search engine…
With I unlimited RAM, I am a work engine
In my scheme of things, jucundity is at apex, wait...
It is night late, I should sleep…
Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep!

On leaving mother land of effervescent glory,
I did not know what is stored in doom?
Hitherto, They cooked my goose in a sad story,
Nonethess, They hooked me with cheese and bait!
It is night late, I should sleep...
Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep!

In the world of cannibalistic crimes and cyber rhymes,
I am metamorphosed into a loner in rabbit hole,
a sullen lyric - loner is a mourner, sings the soul;
Here, lies a man, no wonder he is dead in bed, sometimes!
It is night late, I should sleep...
Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep!

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Give Or Take

Do you reckon yourself to be either,
A giver or taker by breed,
It's a falsehood to say that you're neither,
Should people be defined by deed.

Do you take others feelings for granted,
And give a deaf ear to what's said,
Neglecting to take heed of what's wanted,
Giving a cold shoulder instead.

Would you call yourself one who takes pity,
And gives support when so required,
Do you take pause from life's nitty-gritty,
Give help when the need has expired.

Are you one to take pride in your children,
And give them a platform to grow,
Or instead take control and just will them,
Give in to your manifesto.

Do you take backward steps from embraces,
Won't give to your masculine pride,
Take solace from freshly hugged faces,
Give way to your nurturing side.

Do you take steps that offer up freedom,
That give way to journeys unplanned,
Do you take fleeting moments and seize them,
Give meaning to Time's grains of sand.

Are you one to take lunch breaks mid-morning,
To give your employer the slip,
And take 'sickies' without prior warning,
Give in to the slightest nose drip.

Giving and taking are choices,
It's knowing which verb to apply,
Blatantly this poem's advice is,
If the balance is wrong - question why?

poem by Greg Costello
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