Man is rational
Rites and rituals, all out dated,
Are still followed, meticulously.
The worn out customs and practices
Are pursued systematically.
Obedience to dictums eats up
Sorrows from deaths in funerals.
The gain of knowledge over planets
Couldn’t shake one’s faith on planets’ roles.
Man is the most rational animal.
14.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bomb Blast
BOMB BLAST
Man is a social animal,
But where remains the social customs,
Only he has become animal,
And much more than animal,
No animal kills another,
Man is blasting all customs and rituals,
By killing innocent weaponless persons,
Man has progressed so much,
That he is controlled by remote control,
There are only blasts and blasts
And no humanity
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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The Need For Prayer
While you've been sleeping,
The world has moved on...
The planets still circle mid the stars,
While on Earth we know of Man,
The plunderer unchanged...
Pity, that, when you consider...
It would have been better
If somehow he would have cared.
If only more had prayed...
Perhaps there would have been
Less sorrows, setbacks, deaths...
Perhaps more smiles, more hugs,
More wisdom, more joy.
Perhaps more poems, more songs,
More statues and pictures.
Golden opportunities lost...
Alas, so many ignored the Lord!
Forgot Him or never knew Him,
Or knew Him then distrusted Him,
Or got distracted by love and kisses
And cuddles and promises...
Swept away on a tide of titillations.
Swamped, engulfed, tossed here and there,
No longer caring or sharing...
Or sorrows came that diminished faith,
Belittled it, spurned it, scorned it...
Made it seem as pointless, nothing,
An utter waste of time and energy...
Pity, that, when you consider...
For Jesus wasn't born without reason.
He lived and loved with purpose.
He spent nights in prayer, alone...
Could you not spend one hour with ME?
He asked His friends before His arrest!
What, not one single hour with ME?
But they were tired, too...
And while they were sleeping...
The world changed and their dearest friend, too...
The next day He was dead...
That was when they couldn't sleep...
Hence the need for prayer...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Apocalypso
Apocalypso
By: matt betton
1993
They say this universe is bound to blow
But I say we crank up the calypso control
Apocalyp...apocalyp...apocalypso
Now Im no dancer as dancers go
But this is one step that you need to know
Apocalyp...apocalyp...apocalypso
Well be dancin when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the answers flow
Apocalypso
Old galaxy can be cold
So Ill hold you close
When this earthly light is burning low
This dance will take you to the next plateau
Apocalyp...apocalyp...apocalypso
Well be dancin when we go
Well be dancin when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso (dancin when we go)
Undisturbed the answers flow
Apocalypso
Yes well ride that final tide
Apocalypso (dancin when we go)
Gone away just yesterday
Apocalypsooooooo (dancin when we go)
(ooh...apocalypso)
(dancin when we go)
(apocalypso)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Secret Long Elliptical Orbit
Recent discoveries really
point to revealed existence
of an old brown dwarf
an unborn twin of Sol.
Unlike known familiar
near-circular orbits
of known planets
in our solar system
this unborn twin
has secret long elliptical
orbit that seldom brings
it through core heart system
brings it through
core of our solar
system but once
approximately once
every 3600 years
heating up all planets
global warming
a solar event
all planets effecting...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We Are Still The World
amidst all these
collisions
when planets shatter
into
insignificant pieces
when space
eats all of us
dusts to dusts
we shall return
yet we are still
the world
just the two
of us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wait For The Right Time
What grows on the earth? !
What is left to mankind?
But, do wait for the right time to come;
Then you can express yourself with your status.
Of the small planets,
Of the frozen planets,
Telescope, cope, slope, dope, rope, lope, scope, hope, mope;
And of these things!
Because, there is the planting time and of the harvest time.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Forced to Rush and Turn Away
Today.
There are no roles to play.
None respected in the way they were.
No believable masquerades to convey,
The remotest concepts...
To display an innocence worn to convince,
A possibility lives to consider.
Today.
Anything cheap and easy to get is preferred.
As long as it shines.
To be sold and rhymes with gold.
Nickel plated to glimmer like rhinestone...
Worn and bold,
It is okay!
Today.
The quality of life is attached to that detached,
As far as possible from reality.
Today!
Even pointing out the truth pursued,
Is subject to being ostracized...
From those who want to believe faith and hope,
Are nasty rumors to hush!
Today.
People are forced to rush and turn away from dreams,
If not overnight expressed...
At doorsteps!
Or promised to arrive before noon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aquarius
Feb 14 be more than day of Valentine
Select planets align with North Node
With Moon in Libra Yin/Yang align
As long ago “The Ancients” forebode
*“When Moon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then Love shall rule the Planets
And peace will steer the stars”
(*Lyrics from the song Age of Aquarius)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Planets in Space
the planets in space
are realised souls
in meditation
round and round
they go counting chants
six years, ten years, a hundred years
the planets in space
if you can see
what holds them
among glittering stars
if your eyes could see
through divine fallacy
we - mere flashes of energy
to the plants, fishes
shadows to dogs
logs to ants
planets in space
they are realised souls
in meditation
each one revolves
with a sacred chant
one year, twenty years,
a hundred years
round and round
encircling divine power
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Good Life
Living outside those and these planets is funny,
And I like fierce planets of natured tips and peaks.
This is the better bargain of a Life without virtue,
An opposite deal over and under the agreed art.
Forceful plans are plenty and pretty, of each blood,
Such too many like to love altogether, and live alone,
Towards the towers of colourful nature and genius,
As if food is good in dozens of days and real life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Darker Places
The darker planets are made of you,
Know that your intention is clear;
This strange music floats in the crevices of space,
My black head and amazing weapon loses.
Planets are lost for the fun of music,
We have intended to float in space;
The origin of space is internal and absolute,
For the silent beings are concrete and stained.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Kundalini Rising
We have eleven planets—not nine
in December of 2012 they will all align.
kundalini in the planets will rise
also in humans to help actualize.
We will go into 10 dimensions not three
we will experience more in which to see.
A great time is at hand—
be more conscious and understand.
For the Light Workers will help lead the way
if we listen to them we will not stray.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 25,2012
www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Legacy of the Purple Robe
The legacy of the purple robe,
Worn by the most powerful of kings, Gods, and highest of lords,
The purple robe of majesty, embedded with diamond galore,
The legacy of the apparel and the creator never seen before,
In correlation with the platinum crown,
The Creator of everything wearing the magic gown,
Beyond the planet Earth, the creator beyond the renowned,
Creator of the nine planets and the galaxy all around,
Beyond the sky, the solar system painted by the creator,
The creator without a name, the universe’s dictator,
Higher than Zeus, God, Allah, something much greater,
The creator with portraits of the universe, the painter,
Wearing the purple gown and the platinum crown, the God of all,
Within the asteroid belt, the universe’s wall,
In the creator’s portrait, the solar system enthralled,
Not a religion, but something higher than the skies,
Something invisible, looking down on the Earth with blue eyes,
Beyond religion, the highest of the power of gods refined,
The artist of the universe’s blueprint that’s intricately designed,
Creator of the moon, the grass, the mountains, and the sun that shines,
The purple robe beyond the stars, worn by the creator in the royal shrine,
The purple robe and the platinum crown, only worn by the most creative of mind,
For this creator was truly a painter, an artist of the universe,
Inflicted by hypergraphia and insanity of mind, the artist’s curse,
That sits above the realm of space when the planets dispersed,
At one point everything was one planet cluttered in space,
Until he created boundaries within the realm that separated planets in a linear trace,
Above the galaxy in the darkened realm beyond the stars the creator’s place,
Until he created the new portrait of the big bang, and the old blueprint was replaced,
Within one shattering boom of the storm, the portraits transformed in haste,
And the cluttered planet was forgotten forever without a trace,
Now separated in the solar system,9 planets are spread in space,
The purple robe, only worn by the artist and the God of everything,
Compulsively observing his portrait sitting on the different sections of the asteroid ring,
The platinum crown, and the purple robe, worn by the ultimate king,
Beyond religion, the highest power humans never seen,
The creator, that painted everything.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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Thus wished she
Look, a faceless house wife
Has dusted the sky
All starwebs high above
She said freedom was the host
But she could not twinkle
She said night was her foe
But she couldn’t paint it
She said journey was far taken
But she couldn’t move
She said
Bone burdened dust I say it is time
For a moon sickle to re-invent a circle
Or to cut the knots of planets
Spilling all the comets that fell for their wishes
Thus wished she
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Forbidden You
let me live for another hour
allow me
to take a bite of something
forbidden
you
how beautiful
my planets revolve
around you
sun
just a bite of this
cake of lust
allow me
let me live after this
a lifetime of regret....
am i prepared
for a series
of short deaths?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bless The House And The Earth
Bless this house and the Earth
it is all renewing coming into rebirth.
Prophecies have forwarned the day
when all planets align and kudilini
on Earth and planets will raise
in the Milky Way.
We have no choice-
for a force is greater than we
it all is in God's cosmology.
So clear yourself of all disease.
Disease in your mind and body.
Let the solar angels help you be free.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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The Chaos Of Chaos
sun from another universe
to sun to another universe
the planets of the two universes
and even the distant stars
have always feared their fusion
but no matter what: love they say
has its own reasons of fusion
and whatever destruction is caused
to the surrounding planets and
neighboring stars, the wild rupture
the massive explosion, love they say
always triumphs with justifications saying
there is another new smarter beginning
and what is it but love & love just the same
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Above Clouds
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space."
"The mysteries of creation are there."
"Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky."
"The moon and the planets are there.
And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there.
And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing --
on the most hazardous
song performed by by Gang Starr from Moment of Truth
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Full Moon
She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers
Someone had brought her from Ispahan,
And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,
And the coral-hafted feather fan;
But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight,
And skipped in the pool of the moon as she ran.
She cared not a rap for all the big planets,
For Betelgeuse or Aldebaran,
And all the big planets cared nothing for her,
That small impertinent charlatan;
But she climbed on a Kentish stile in the moonlight,
And laughed at the sky through the sticks of her fan.
poem by Victoria Sackville-West
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How Many Miles More?
how many miles more
shall i walk, to make myself complete?
how many oceans shall i sail
to make myself a man complete?
how many skies more to fly?
how many planets more
to step upon?
how many black holes more
to explore?
how many deaths?
how many unknowns to solve
to make this journey complete?
i do not really know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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