Way to the God
‘Which is the way to the heaven? ’
I asked. This the way, the only way,
Said each one whom I sought.
I stopped seeking them for the way.
01.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Wall
We built a black wall in our white space
To create two different worlds, where you and I
Could live separately
It was an internal wall of human misery
Almost invisible from the outside.
Then, we sought the knowledge.
We were husband and wife,
But we separately sought the same knowledge.
We had been seeking the knowledge until
We couldn't feel any thrill of love.
We had been seeking the knowledge in spite of love,
Until we realized that
We could not live without love any longer.
Knowledge would have no sense
If we could really and permanently die
In nothingness.
Therefore, we started looking for love again.
We realized we had to break down
The wall we had built some time ago.
Meanwhile, the wall has become white and the spaces
Have become black.
We tried to break it down,
But the wall remained white.
We realized it belonged only to God.
Therefore, we asked God to demolish it
And God created a window in the wall
For us to be able to see each other.
We looked at each other
Being so surprised and terrified,
Because we couldn't recognize ourselves.
At least, we understood that our relationship was
Almost impossible.
In that moment, we've asked God to make a miracle
And God gave us the tears.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Dropped Like a Hot Potato
I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
I got tired of being unhappy.
And strapped with available nonsense,
On my back.
I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
Without one regret of being burned.
Or which emotion I dealt with it.
I was not going to allow it to sit.
And nourish on me as if a leech!
I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had been whipped into doubt and confusion.
No one had to tell me I was crazed.
I was in the affirmation stage.
I had the fear in me stopped.
And dropped like a hot potato.
And today...
Nothing gets dropped.
Since the fear in me stopped.
To let go of an experience,
That may be too precious to go wasted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night of Dreary
Night of Dreary
By: Adam M. Snow
The moon beams upon roses of blood;
to those who sought the everlasting flood.
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
Tis be my night of dreary wonder;
all and all why did I blunder?
In the dark I must lie;
for all things must truly die.
So let the voices echo in the night;
telling me whether or not I should fight.
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
Why, oh why did I left my body so cold;
all alone with no sight to behold?
Who am I now for I am someone who is lost?
For nevermore is my soul cold like frost.
Twas upon this night of dreary;
that my essence was cold and weary.
I see the shadows coming for me;
though I not know what the curse may be.
Could it be that this is the end;
that there's nothing left for me to fend?
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Was Heaven? .
where was heaven?
when my father died,
with tears in my eyes i cried,
where was heaven?
when i was in jail,
when i was broke and couldn't post bail,
where was heaven?
when i smoked crack,
when my grandfather died from a hart attack,
where was heaven?
when i was broke?
when people looked at me funny and thought i was a joke,
where was heaven?
when i asked god for forgiveness,
when my cousin got murdered and there was no witness,
where was heaven?
when i asked for one more try,
when i had thoughts of suicide,
where was heaven?
when we wanted to end the war,
when america said no more,
where was heaven?
where was heaven on september eleven,
ask yourself where was heaven?
1/16/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Frozen Stiff
When you have spent most of your life,
Donating time in devotion to others.
And all they can express,
Is a selfish disrespect.
With nothing but stagnation to invest.
And a deceiving achieved that stifles,
Their own progress!
You can choose to do what I've done!
As an alternative to nothing.
You can elect to concentrate your focus,
On taking misplaced weight...
Off of hunching shoulders.
To leave folks to dance in hypnotic trances.
Suitable to those who have been frozen stiff.
Awaiting appropriate identification.
Selected for those who have been misfit.
Some folks grow and do show it!
While others have stopped completely breathing.
With a seeking of assistance sought!
Hoping someone brings to them some attention.
'Have they stopped breathing? '
Who knows?
Can zombies tap dance to clapped rhythms?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worry comes as invited.
Go, where you are sought
Rather than where you want to be.
Ignore who ignores you.
Desire one who desires you.
Avoid who repels you.
There’ll be no worry to toy with.
09.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Peace Dies From Bullet Wounds
The warrior killed;
pulled the trigger
dropped the bomb
and when asked why
he said
'it's my job.'
The militant fighter
planted the bomb
and when asked why
she said
'it is my beliefs
my values
I am committed
and therefore
am doomed to kill
and die.
The politician
sought the war
and when asked why
he said
to protect my people
I must kill,
and order men and women
take up arms and die.
The son
leaving for war
was asked
if he would kill
and why
he said
Yes, I would,
its expected
and I do it to protect
my home,
my wife
my kids.
We all would be better
off
if we didn't
kill
for
peace.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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April 10,2003
I bind the spirit of slowfulness and
fear, doubt, April 10,2003
I Loose the spirit of obedience April 10,2003
when God speaks are gives instructions
JUMP to IT April 10.2003
I heard that everyday we are writing our obituaries
what story do you are I have to leave about our lives?
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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Where I Come From
Well I was rollin wheels and shiftin gears
round that jersey turnpike
When barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit in this rusty ol truck
I dont know about that accent son
Just where did you come from
I said where I come from
Its cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sitiin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
And workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Well I was south of detroit city
I pulled in this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbecue
The sign said finger-lickin
Well I paid the tab and the lady aked me
Howd you like my biscuit
Ill be honest with you maam
It aint like mama fixed it
Cause where I come from
Its cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
And workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
I was chasin sun on 101
Somewhere around ventura
I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
If I had plans for dinner
Said no thanks maam, back home
We like the girls that sing soprano
Cause where I come from
Its cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sitiin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
And workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around kentucky
The cb rang for a bobtail rig
Thats rollin on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Arent you from out in tulsa
No, but you mighta seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa
Where I come from its cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
Workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from yeah its cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
Workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
A lotta front porch sitiin
Starin up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin to make a livin
Tryin to make a livin
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
Get back down there sometimes
Where I come from
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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My Wild Love
My wild love went ridin
She rode all the day
She wrote to the devil
And asked him to pay
The devil was wiser
Its time to repent
He asked her to give back
The money she spent
My wild love went ridin
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her head
She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evenin
And lay her head down
She rode on to christmas
She rode to the farm
She rode to japan
And re-entered a town
By this time the weather
Had changed one degree
She asked for the people
To let her go free
My wild love is crazy
She screams like a bird
She moans like a cat
When she wants to be heard
My wild love went ridin
She rode for an hour
She stopped and she rested
And then she rode on
Ride, cmon
song performed by by Doors
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Vacuum makes one great
There were leaders who were leaders
Not as much by their merit as by the spirit
Of their people who lacked stalwarts.
An oasis is far sought than a Switzerland’s valley.
17.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Funny
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 26 in 1952
-words and music by marcia neal, philip f. broughton, bob merrill, and hughie
-prince
Funny, how i've stopped loving you
I can pass you on the street and my heart don't skip a beat
Not much, so much my eyes wanna cry
Funny, how i've stopped loving you
I can listen to your name and it doesn't start a flame
Not much, so much my heart wants to die
Now that you're standing here, darling, i don't shed a tear
This is just the rain in my eyes
And if i have proved to you everything i say is true
Please help me believe my own lies
Funny, how i've stopped loving you
And it's funny i don't miss all the heaven in your kiss
Your touch, no i don't love you, not much
Funny, how i've stopped loving you
And it's funny i don't miss all the heaven in your kiss
Your touch, no i don't love you, not much
No i don't love you, not much
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Can It Be Stopped
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can it be dropped.
Can it be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose.
Hoodwinkers out to dupe too!
And...
Can they be stooped.
Crooked people after loot,
Proving they can low stoop.
But...
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose,
Stooping low as they choose.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One for Ramana
The thunder asked
what is lightning?
The root asked
why is a flower?
The pupil asked
who is the teacher?
The space asked
where is everyone?
The circle asked
when is the end?
The stillness asked
whence word?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XI
So in his agony at noon he came,
On the third day, to where without the walls
Stood San Lorenzo with its front of flame,
Where mourners wait the accustomed funerals.
Here to a cypress having tied his steed,
He lighted down sore weary on the grass,
Seeking such comfort for his body's need
As rest could lend till the day's heat should pass
And no man stopped him, either friend or foe
Or knight or citizen or friar or priest;
Nor sought he more companionship of woe
Than the dumb presence of his jaded beast.
There, hidden in the shade where he had crept,
Adrian o'erspent with sorrow soundly slept.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Satori
Pa-pa pa-pa-pa pa-da
Seeking your own satori
Pa-da pa-pa-pa pa-da
Seeking your own satori
Pa-da pa-pa-pa pa-da
Kissing the sky and heaven above
Seeking your own satori
Wringing the neck of brotherly love
Pa-da pa-pa-pa pa-da
Kissing the sky and heaven above
Seeking your own satori
Wringing the neck of brotherly love
Pa-da pa-pa-pa pa-da
Kissing the sky and heaven above
Seeking your own satori
Wringing the neck of brotherly love
Pa-da pa-pa-pa pa-da
You be the hawk and Ill be the dove
Seeking your own satori
You be the hawk and Ill be the dove
Pa-da pa-pa-pa pa-da
Kissing the sky and heaven above
Seeking your own satori
Wringing the neck of brotherly love
Seeking your own satori, seeking your own satori
All that matters
song performed by by Abc
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luck
I sought a four-leaved clover,—
The grass was gemmed with dew,—
I searched the meadow over
To find a four-leaved clover;
I was a lucky rover,—
You sought the charm-grass, too,
And seeking luck and clover
I found it—finding you.
poem by Abbie Farwell Brown from The New England Magazine / Volume 15, Issue 3 (1893)
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