Loveliness
Hands that lend helps need no nail-polish;
Lips that speak truth need no lip-stick;
Eyes that show mercy require no kohl;
Skin with hygiene requires no fashion.
13.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inject The Venom
No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
No mercy from me
Tell no truth and tell no lies
Cross your heart and hope to die
Never give what you cant take back
Scratch like a cat
Inject your venom
Itll be your last attack
No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
V-e-n-o-m
Got no heart, no - feel no pain
Take your soul and - leave a stain
Come choose your victim
Take him by surprise
Go in hard and get him
Right between the eyes and -
Chorus:
Inject the venom
Inject the venom
Inject the venom
Inject it all
(stick it in, stick it)
Chorus
song performed by by AC-DC
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Sexy women
A sexy woman needs no fashion,
No jewels and no helps from clothes.
In whatever form, she would draw men’s eyes.
She is a jasmine, spreading fragrance.
18.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dangerous Crime
Dangerous men walk for the reasons known to mankind,
Their manhood is derived from active thinking and strategy;
If they walk then talking and getting ahead of others comes to the senses,
Munching cigarettes is appalling, too many are beguiled by addiction.
Then, the alleys are safer when they are not, when they skilfully require mercy,
Roads must come with vehicles, with trucks of enormous strength
To run over the dangerous criminals who pervert the course of civilisation.
Dangerous men talk like business of a higher force, the very truth behind them,
It requires somebody’s insult, it requires somebody’s force,
And then the police arrive at their doorstep, forcing an arrest.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nail-Pierced Hands
Cut and Paste My Love:
As I rise from the
Gutter's darkness-blind
But the strong nail-pierced
Hands grip mine and pull -
Then wash me by Blood
Copy-Paste My Mercy:
As I lean forward
To that gutter again -
See the nail-piercings'
Shadows on my hands
As I reach out to you
By that same flood of love
Paste and Save My Heart:
As we walk each day
Together side by side
Closer to Your glory
Step by step toward Home -
Rooms Built by Nail-Pierced Hands
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Sonnet- Mercy, The Great Virtue
Which man can get God's Mercy when he fails
To show the same unto his least brethren?
Forgiving man, the world and Heaven hails,
For Mercy cuts across nations and fen.
May be, 'tis easy forgiving a friend;
May be, 'tis similar forgiving stranger;
But Mercy to enemies, who can lend?
To create love from hate, malice, anger.
Yet, Mercy’s a virtue, truly great
That we must show on earth 'fore we depart;
A way that gets us past 'yond Heaven's gate
And inculcate in soul, the glorious art.
Lucky’s the man who Mercy doth shower,
His sins forgiven, He turns God's lover!
poem by John Celes
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In Hollywood today, it's cool for guys to wear nail polish and earrings in their lips and tongues. I don't get it.
quote by Scott Caan
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In With a New Priority List For 2009
Things that people did well...
Like lieing.
Cheating.
Feeding greed.
Deceiving with sincerity.
Hating because of race...
Color of eyes, skin and nail polish.
Embellishing.
Backstabbing.
Goss iping.
And character assassinating!
All these 'nurtured' personas are 'OUT'!
Although clawing their way to remain centerstage!
'OUT'! Never the less.
Booted to the curb and flushed down the gutter.
What is 'IN'?
Integrity.
Honesty.
Comprehension/under standing.
Empathy.
Reality.
Sharing/cari ng.
Tears.
Letting go.
Self examination.
Apologies.
Forgiveness.
Lov e.
Hugs.
And LOTS of physical fitness.
This is the out with the old,
In with a new priority list for 2009!
And these are more than resolutions.
Some will recognize what is on the 'IN' list,
As acts one will adopt to maintain survival.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed To Be His Pen
I am blessed to be a pen, which God uses to speak to men,
As God’s Truth flows from in; Truths I’ve received from Him,
Truth from within His Word, which many still have not heard,
So God put within me care, and with a pen this Truth I share.
I do not have a big degree, and yet, The Lord God uses me,
Guiding my pen as I write, Truths about His Grace and Light,
Truths I did not always know, but His Spirit helped me grow,
And now His Truth in my heart, to you with pen I now impart.
His Truth for me, is not new, but still a joy to share with you,
It’s the Truth that set me free, that helps me point to eternity.
The blessings begin to flow, when Christ you come to know,
Who helps men share His Word, until all on earth have heard.
To share His Truth, until then, The Lord helps me use my pen,
Guiding me, as I sow seed, through the verses that you read.
Many blessings God gives me, which the readers cannot see,
As His blessings fill my days, I lift up to Him all of the praise.
Just a line or two, will begin, from His Truth that dwells within,
Coupled with a thought of mine, when God pens another line,
Stirring thoughts day and night, it is Him, who helps me write.
It doesn’t matter how or when; I’m just blessed to be His pen.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
From Thoughts To Thankfulness
Lifting all thoughts up to our Lord, this while our God is implored,
With one’s question or request, while we go through a trial or test,
In the times when we are weak, The Lord God we can always seek,
Lifting a thought or even a care, as we speak to our God in prayer.
Lifting thoughts night and day, up to The One, who molds the clay,
The Heavenly Potter on the throne, molding the lives of all His own,
He won’t change how He molded us, but, can help us with our trust,
Resting in the palm of His hand, trusting when we don’t understand,
God’s hands do more than mold, while the Believer’s life, He holds,
God, the One who knows us best, sustains us in each trial and test,
The Lord never leaves us all alone, tending to His, from His Throne,
Through His Mercy and His Power, all as God listens, hour by hour.
Soon our thoughts turn to praise, as concerns we continue to raise,
Anything that we’re thinking of, to the Lord God, who reigns above,
Then God speaks, to you and me, helping our weary hearts to see,
That God alone, is still in the lead, guiding us, through all our need.
Thankfulness then fills our heart, for we know Christ will not depart,
Walking with us right by our side, while in His Truth believers abide,
As His Spirit helps us not to roam, while leading us eternally home,
When we will be in that place, to speak with our Lord, face to face.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
It does not require great learning to be a Christian and be convinced of the truth of the Bible. It requires only an honest heart and a willingness to obey God.
quote by Albert Coombs Barnes
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Pure Spanish Safflower
If all my memories had taste
mine would be strong,
chocolate
semi-sweet.
If your lips had flavor
they'd be honey dew.
.
Your skin's basil hinting
cinnamon
and a pinch of sensuous mint.
Your eyes have red pepper heat.
We've tasted each
other
our mutual cuisines
our secret
secrets;
our body-tastings.
You suck my fingers
make them tingle
in your warm mouth;
your tongue plays across each,
enticing them.
If all my memories had taste
mine would be strong,
chocolate
semi-sweet.
If your lips had flavor
they'd be honey dew.
.
Your skin's basil
hinting cinnamon
and a pinch of sensuous mint.
Your eyes have red pepper heat.
We've tasted each
other
our mutual cuisines
our secret
secrets;
our body-tastings.
You suck my fingers
make them tingle
in your warm mouth;
your tongue plays across each,
enticing it.
Your mouth is relentless
travels all around
enough to make
my nail polish blush.
Your massages heal
your palm in the small of my back
remains the perfect fit.
You make my skin flowers bloom
rosette heavings
I lay down to be your banquet;
your nocturnal feast
And I am pure Spanish Safflower
for you my sweet
my lips
red and tingling
provide dessert
at this feast
upon Love's Cuisine.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Suffocation
Last night I had the weirdest dream
I dreamt that I was lying in bed
With this girl whose hair was
As black as the night and as
Thick as a forest,
And her hair, her hair was
Smothering me
Or at least, I thought it was
Her hair,
Until I noticed it was her hands
Running over my face,
My lips
My eyes
My cheeks.
As hot as the desert
And smooth as silk
But pressing down
Pressing me into my pillow
Until I could see nothing
But the pink of her skin
And I thought,
Im gunna die
Those hands are gunna
Kill me
Until I realized really,
It wasn’t hands,
But lips,
Sucking the air from mine
Engulfing my last breath
And drawing it into her being
And I thought, well,
At least lips are
A nice way to go
Until finally I came
To my goddamn senses
And I realized,
I realized it wasn’t her lips
But the words coming
From those sweet lips
That was suffocating me
And it was “I love you”
I was choking on
Not her hair, hands or lips
At all.
poem by Nick Downer
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Justice and Righteousness?
How can we speak of justice?
Mercy
Righteousness
How do we proclaim it aloud?
Speak up against the cruelty?
Lord can we cry out for mercy?
For those that die daily,
For the helpless children
Those sold into slavery
For abuse and violence
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy
What we need is your mercy
Justice
Fair treatment
Human dignity restored
Yes, that’s what they need
Lord forgive us for our cruelty towards our brothers and sisters
Towards our fellow human beings
Forgive us for we are a corrupt city
An unjust society
A flawed nation
Forgive us when we mistreat the innocent
Mock the hungry and the destitute
And when we disregard the plight of the poor
And return home to our feasts and our comfy furniture
Show us how to walk in your light
How to live right,
Loving justice and mercy
And walking in humility everyday
Jesus we need your mercy
And if no one else will say this,
Then I will:
We need your cross and your salvation
poem by Jessica Nobubele Frame
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Truth and mercy require the exertion - never the suppression, of man's noble rights and powers.
quote by Gerrit Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Withstand The Force Of Storms
Your lips linger on my skin
Kiss me one last time
You're like a whisper in the winter
Sleeping in the city's skin
Remember me
Cold and concrete
You realize your deamons are real
You linger on my skin
One last time
I will whisper in the cold hands lying beneath you
Transparent
Filled with secrets
Speak in a hushed voice
Never let them hear you
Dull your words
There is no excuse for me
poem by Lora Cooley
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Speak To Me
Ive seen something new
Seems that its in you
Now theres something I must do
Theres so much more
To forgive you for
But nothing said
My lips unread
Ill try something new
Open up to you
What more can my conscience do
Theres so much more
To forgive you for
Speak to me
Nothing will help more than your honesty
Give to me
Knowledge that I can show some sympathy
Speak to me
Speak to me
Broken into two
Once torn now made new
The first time, Im embracing you
Theres so much more
To forgive you for
But nothing said
My lips unread
Speak to me
Nothing will help more than your honesty
Give to me
Knowledge that I can show some sympathy
Theres so much more
To forgive you for
But nothing said
My lips unread
Speak to me
Nothing will help more than your honesty
Give to me
Knowledge that I can show some sympathy
Speak to me
Nothing will help more than your honesty
Give to me
Knowledge that I can show some sympathy
Speak to me
Speak to me
song performed by by Olive
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Someday
hold her close when she's near
let her scare away your fears
only she can dry your tears
[she whispers in your ear]
[with lips of truth]
believe in love
[clairvoyant youth]
believe it's enough
-life could be so sweet someday-
look into those eyes of hers
pay attention to her words
don't just simply wait your turn
[she will speak of wonders]
[with lips of truth]
believe in love
[clairvoyant youth]
believe it's enough
-life could be so sweet someday-
feel her heart change it's pace
tell her things will be okay
kiss her lips and grab her face
[she'll take your breath away]
[with lips of truth]
believe in love
[clairvoyant youth]
believe it's enough
-life could be so sweet someday-
[with lips of truth]
believe it's enough
[clairvoyant youth]
believe in love and..
-someday love could be enough-
(07/27/07)
poem by Frozen Beauty
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Cleaning Fish On Good Friday,1963
.
Fate, then, heavy in a boy's hand
hoists dead weight to a nail on a tree.
His knife scores firm flesh yielding
beneath freshly limp gills - there is an
instrument made just for this, pincher-pliers
for catfish skin - he grips and tears,
uses his weight down-stripping smoothly
bare to such luscence little ribs of roseate
flesh.
Only the overly large head, the ugly face
whiskered within gilded monstrance,
remain pure to form, thin-lipped and
mocking, restrained by depth pressures,
sustained on surface trash, dead things
that sink down it's treasures.
Tenderly sing, then, to a nail,
to a boy's blood catechism -
hands, minds, are meant
to be stained, mercy's quality
unstrained neither by will nor gill.
Scavenging flocks gladly fill their
gullets inhaling entrails tossed
in supplicant bins.
In unison Gregorian they scream:
There is a nail for me
plain, a chorus of barks** -
splintered lips
punctuated surprise,
glossolalia of rivers
now given weight.
One can only will
praise to 'The End',
and spill, post-pliers,
one's silken guts in offering.
**A catfish when brought to shore barks, a rasping, barking discharge of air.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Pure Love Part 2
I dont care about aids
Dont need no safer sex
Im sharing my bed with the girl that I love
When everyone else got the plasticmania
I just feel skin on me
Ohoho ohoho
Well, the doctor said boy soon it gets you
Sharing your bed with the girl you love
But Im closing my eyes and soon she gets me
I just feel skin on me
Ohoho ohoho
Just pure love will satisfy you
Weil, Im riding with my chevi
Down the san anton
I got a girl on my knees and I call her my own
I wanna stick it in, stick it out, stick it in
But she wont let me in
With my rubberless skin
Ohoho ohoho
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Ministry
Lift up your voice,
sing out in song.
Let not your message pass and be gone
without being heard.
You speak of truth,
you speak of right
you speak of ministry of light.
Pray, please tell me,
when will it be
this light's coming on?
I listened close,
you spoke so wise,
you were sincere
it was in your eyes.
Somehow I feel
you can show the way,
the light's grown strong... strong!
It ne'er grows dim,
it's always bright,
it's burning high
this shining light.
All praise to thee
thy guiding hands
Ministry of light.
poem by Angela Michel
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