Bald Sky
The fall
was imminent
on the moment of complete truth.
I was talking of annihilation
standing on scaffolding of fear.
Walking on burning coals
was a sacred commitment,
a spiritual solidarity,
with lake salt –
to lift the spirit
of sagging trees.
Of freedom of body
in camps of violence.
Without sound, I wanted to see
the creation in nothing.
Anything was happening
under the bald sky.
poem by Satish Verma
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Freedom is walking
It is spoken man is born equal and free
To a degree the world disagrees
Some foresee what others cannot see
Freedom is walking away with glee
We have a right to Christmas with a tree
We have a right to enjoy a shopping spree
We have a right to travel the land and the sea
We have the right to an educational degree
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not a jubilee
Freedom is not a guarantee
Who says Freedom is free?
It is spoken man is free of thought
Without the need to fear higher courts
Some have spoken and finally resorted
To hide their thoughts from being reported
We have a right to a chosen culture
We have a right not to be tortured
We have a right to nationality and security
We have a right to be part of a minority
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not part of community
Freedom is never an informality
Who says Freedom is immunity?
We want opinion without distinction
We want a world without discrimination
We want a kingdom of utter freedom
We want it in all shapes and form
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is mocking
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit moves on a life, making changes for Jesus Christ,
When a truly repentant heart, comes to God for a brand new start.
Within God’s Word it’s revealed, by The Holy Spirit we are sealed,
By The Lord of all Creation, when we come to Christ for salvation.
Sanctification begins in us when, in Christ we become Born Again,
Accepting the Gift from our Creator, New Life, in Christ our Savior.
From the moment in Christ we trust, The Spirit begins a work in us,
As we live upon this earthly sod, using our new life to glorify God.
The Spirit is sent by God’s Son, to dwell in the hearts of everyone,
All in The Son who have new life, baptized into the Body of Christ.
He assures us when all is wrong, that to God’s Son we do belong,
As The Comforter, of all those, who follow Jesus Christ, who rose.
He illuminates and fills our hearts, as Truth, the Holy Spirit imparts,
Guiding Believers as He teaches, speaking Truth to all He reaches.
He empowers those who believe, the moment that we first receive,
Christ’s life changing Gospel Truth, with a New Life as living proof.
Through all this He intercedes, with The Father for all of our needs,
As He grants spiritual gifts to us, mere sinful men made from dust.
All this because He regenerates, a believing soul that God creates,
So why not believe Him today, so He can send the Spirit your way.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
God Is Everywhere
The Lord God is much closer than, the misguided ideas of most men,
No, He’s not in the trees or grass, that thought is just spiritually crass,
God is Eternal Spirit, my friend; He had no beginning and has no end,
Not created things these men point to, for God these men never knew.
Within men’s hearts, our Lord resides, while in believers Christ abides,
Through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, to guide His people during this life,
By Christ’s Spirit, dwelling within, He guides us through a world of sin,
The Lord gives us the spiritual insight, for discerning wrong from right,
The Spirit guides us from the crowd, with leaders boisterous and loud,
The very leaders who Christ had said, were to lead the spiritually dead,
Pointing followers to God’s Creation, while ignoring Christ’s Salvation,
Worshiping earth not The Creator, and denying their need for a Savior.
Men distort Truth to their destruction, by their crass spiritual deduction.
Professing that God is in everything, spiritually bears a delusional ring,
Which is music to the sinner’s ear, as trees and grass they do not fear,
Loving not God, but nature instead, as they follow the spiritually dead.
God is everywhere, indeed it is true, but, He will only enter me and you,
If and when you accept Christ in faith, His Spirit shall enter in by Grace,
Christ then goes with you everywhere, assisting in every need and care,
And will be with us through Eternity, something all others will never see.
(Copyright ©05/2010)
God Of All Creation
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Let me feel the love you show,
So that I your kindness know,
Help me please to learn and grow,
Making my spirit whole.
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Let me feel your presence near,
So that I will have no fear,
And your name to so revere,
Make my spirit your goal.
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Lift me up when I am down,
Take away my solemn frown,
Wrap me in a holy gown,
My spirit to thus console.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Dont
Walking round this metropolis
With its buildings that reach to the clouds
There must be millions of people out there
Walking round with their heads bowed
This city kills me, but it thrills me
Now somethings gone and held up the crowd
Theyre pointing at a man standing high on a ledge
And somebody just cried out loud
Dont look down at the people below, oh
Dont look down
Its a long way to fall and Id sure like to know
What made it happen, sure makes you think
Must have been something special
To send him to the brink
Down here on the sidewalk, hes clearly in view
Then a voice shouts up to him
Try thinking it through but whatever you do
Chorus:
Dont look down
At the people below, oh
Dont look down, things might start looking up
You just never know
Hes heard the cries of the lunatics facing defeat
The cheers of the winners
Who are dancing in the street
Perhaps the crime and corruption finally got through
And the violence of the city
Just broke him in two
Now a voice from the queue shouts
Chorus
Dont look down, dont look down
Down here on the sidewalk
Its stopped all our lives
People are talking instead of just walking by
Before this happened it was just another day
Now people are talking instead of walking away
Now were gripped by this tragedy
Our blood starts to pump as we all shout together
Dont jump, dont jump
Chorus
Dont look down, we all shouted out, oh
Dont look down
Its a long way to fall and Id sure like to know
What made it happen, guess well never know
Now the suns come out
Looks like hes standing on a rainbow
Hes in the heavens, Im standing on the ground
Saying dont look down
song performed by by Kinks
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Our Time?
This time
time boils pressure
blood violence.
Flick button society
threatened with total
global annihilation.
Annihilation
complete destruction
nuclear physics.
Process
particle combine
with antiparticle.
Destroy both
release
their energy
radiation
other particles
shred life matter.
This time
time ticks pressure
blood violence.
Flick button society
threatened reign rain
total global annihilation
Through cause
from inaction.
God given
stay of execution?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nothing And Everything
Hiding behind my hair today
My eyes dance with fire
The thought of living here
And the bounds I transpire
Walking in this slow-motion now
I think you've made so bad
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
The grave that bears my name
Started a dream
A dream, immortality
Yet I fall in vain
Just as long as I don't breathe
I'll never be like them
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
Hiding behind my hair today
Wishing I was far away
Walking in this slow-motion town
I seem to be so bad
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
If you go and I would stay
You would call my name
I would die, yes, I would die
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
Anyone can see
You're laughing down at me
It's easy for you now
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Those That Merely Wait And Unmoved
walking, just walking, sometimes just this
no thoughts, no decisions, just plain walking
you see the light of the day
striking on the trees and plains and the daffodils
you are not part of it, you are just walking it
you are met by the wind from the mountain
you are not talking you are not interested about
what this wind these trees these daffodils are bringing you
you do not show any interest at all about some leaves falling
the light spreads and sprawls on the grass and sand and pebbles
you are not dazzled you are not completely covered by light
you are just walking, stepping into God's own creation
spectator, just plain walking in, not involved, not commenting
just plain watching, those that crawl and sprawl, those that stay and leave
those that simply lay themselves as plain receptors, grass and sang
mountains and trees, and daffodils, those that merely wait and unmoved.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Eternal Trinity
God, The Holy Spirit and The Son as The Godhead are three in one.
As The Spirit hovered over darkness, God and Christ created Bliss.
And God filled His new creation with ample creatures and vegetation.
Then God placed man in a special lineage and created man in His image.
But that paradise God would make was spoiled by that ancient snake.
So Eternal God who created all had to then redeem man from his fall.
The Word of God speaks to men, through the power of The Holy Spirit.
But since all men are condemned most of them don’t want to hear it.
The sin created by the fall lead God to use Moses to point out The Law.
Man is not saved by The Law but is accountable and destined to fall.
But Moses pointed to a one like him who would save man from his sin.
And The Holy union of three, work together as The Eternal Trinity.
God The Father and The Eternal One, sent to the world His Only Son.
For God as a spirit who can not die, gave Christ a body for you and I.
His body was to be a sacrifice so that men could have Eternal Life.
Today men lead by The Spirit preach this Truth to all who will hear it.
Christ died and He rose again, for He is The Beginning and The End.
The Holy Spirit present at creation hovers today over every nation.
Christ sent The Spirit to live in men, who through Him are born again.
God The Father, He was pleased, to bruise His Son for you and me.
For God The Son rose again, and Christ reigns today above all men.
While God The Spirit intercedes for redeemed sinners like you and me.
It is through The Eternal Trinity that all men can live for Eternity.
And all men who are willing to hear it are saved by The Holy Spirit.
(Copyright ©09/2004)
Unzipped
Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows.
And you were walking on the burning coals.
Spirit of journey was more relevant
than destiny.
You lifted the burden of anecdotes, gathered
the dusk from the sky
and moved on towards moon.
Tormented, abused, the motive unknown,
hostilities were always directed at you
Alone you were killing the sickening pain,
strangulating the thought, you opened
the door of brilliance.
So thin was ice on the lake,
evil shadows were falling on the road
It was hard to walk unruffled.
Still unzipped, you took the plunge.
poem by Satish Verma
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The sole and basic source of our strength is the solidarity of workers, peasants and the intelligentsia, the solidarity of the nation, the solidarity of people who seek to live in dignity, truth, and in harmony with their conscience.
quote by Lech Walesa
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Some Days After School
Some days after school
having slipped by her mother's vision
she met you in the back woods
by the pool
and you were there
in the your tee shirt and jeans
and she stood there
for a moment
in her blouse and skirt
and you stared at each other
taking in the beauty
you saw there
enjoying the moment
the big now
shutting out the bird song
the rabbits by the trees
the far off sound of traffic
and she broke out and said
had a job get by her scanner eyes
had to slip out
before she gave out the chores
and she came over to you
standing there
and stood real close
so that you could sense her body
just about touching yours
her perfume teasing
your nostrils
stirring your body
and then she closed her eyes
and kissed your lips
and it was like
a first day of creation
as if God had said
there you go
feel the love
sense the glow
and you did
and it seemed an eternity
but was merely minutes
glued and touched
and wet and warm
then you sensed
the rain coming
and distant storm
and then the raindrops
hit the pool like small bullets
and grabbing her hand
you ran through the trees
away from the pool
carrying the memory of a kiss
and a bird's lone call.
poem by Terry Collett
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Walking Across Blazing Hot Coals
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
Even making attempts to do it...
They will immediately threaten to burn their season passes,
To a local amusement park that employs most of them.
Try to confront people like this with the telling of the truth,
And everything they have ever known...
They will reduce to rubble to leave chaos and trouble,
With demands to have their fantasies left intact.
As well as their biases against others from which they thieve.
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
And promised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliverance
Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile.
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while,
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.
poem by Satish Verma
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A Love Story
Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.
poem by Satish Verma
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Hell Bent (Part II)
Part II
I kiss the dirt filled pavement floor of my spirit war
Imprisoned by my own understanding
I grope for reasons to lift my eyes to search the sky and ensue this gasp like breathing
I try to hold up high those eternal things
With untethered soul ties and a faith that keeps breaking
I fail to find
The purpose
That will hold this rhythm inside
This aching chest of mine
But I still try
I run head long into a thick wall of rising flames
I crash blistered and broken, angry that my soul remains unchanged
I hurl myself against the Hell's cast iron gates
I howl into the darkness of this spirit war in a full bloody rage
Intent on destroying my soul, mind, and faith
That I might still be saved
I play with Hell fire and dare the flames to brand me
I dance within its heat and faster still as it sends up smoke to claim me
I push past Hell's cast iron gates to face my fears that I might be set free
I call forth this torn up heart from a severed faith that I might find reprieve
I dive into a lake of fire and embrace its suffocating heat
I tread the fiery water that the pain from its flames might deliver me
Exhausted, I lay my soul upon the smoldering coals of the deep
Failing, I sever ties to my spiritual side in hopes of finding peace…
As I fill up with emptiness
and fade from the burning of this consciousness,
I dream
Of every color imaginable bursting forth in Creation's sky
Its strength radiating, calling me forth to rise
To climb out of these flaming depths
With scar filled arms and burning lips
A branded soul and a spirit quenched
Standing upon the ashes of my conquered fears
Overcome within Hell's depths
In a new born sky, I find the Sun
And gently kiss her lips and rest my weary head as She grants me Her forgiveness
Surrendering to Her all my wounds and spirit wars, Her love soothing these judgment scars
I breathe in Her fiery essence, melt into Her arms as she reclaims my heart from the flaming depths
This is my redemption…
I awaken to lift my spirit head and gaze up through the suffocating fire
Yearning for the sun, the heat tempting me to surrender
I collapse.
I take hold of my blistered soul and gather faith's broken pieces
Heat threatening to overtake me
I close my eyes and envision sunlight piercing my darkened sky
And I try…
poem by God Diaries
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Smoking
Burning desires,
Burning face,
Burning eyes,
Burning lungs,
Burning heart,
Burning existence,
Burning world,
Everything is burning and burning.
Fire can never soothe a burning mind,
It will burn more and more
And reduce to ashes
Thy wishes,
Thy ambitions,
Thy vivacity,
And even thy life
Thy ruin is imminent.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Commentries
This was my book of pain
with no ending.
Life had two meanings-
Anticipation of today,
and fear of tomorrow.
Time was running out
like sand from fists,
mists were rising,
commentaries on setting sun had begun.
Mind was calculating, computing all the time
the duality of desire.
I wanted to catch the words,
the movement of grief,
the completeness of a thought.
It came as a stroke-
the revelation of self.
We did not want to break
the bondage of problems.
It was complete annihilation
of our identity.
We loved conflicts
we loved to hate.
We adored the disorientation.
The violence of our thoughts
created an empty wasteland.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Cant Dance
Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around.
Hot sun making me sweat
gators getting close, hasnt got me yet
I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
Her dogs talking to me, but shes out of reach.
Shes got a body under that shirt,
But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.
Cos, I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling.
Oh and checking everything is in place,
You never know whos looking on.
Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
Fat guys talking to me trying to steal my blues.
Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.
But I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way that I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling
Oh and checking everything is in place
You never know whos looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh.
No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
But I can walk.
No I cant dance.
No no no I cant dance
No I said I cant sing.
But I can walk.
song performed by by Genesis
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Salt Lake City
Down in utah
The guys and I dig a city called salt lake
Its got the grooviest kids
Thats why we never get tired of salt lake
And the way the kids talk so cool
Is an out of sight thing
And the number one radio station
Makes the town really swing yeah
Salt lake city well be coming soon
Theres a park near the city, yeah
All the kids dig the lagoon now
Its full of all kinds of girls
And rides and well be flyin there soon now
And girl for girl
Theyve got the cutest of the western states
They got the sun in the summer
And winter time the skiing is great yeah
Salt lake city well be coming soon
Salt lake city well be coming soon
Well be coming soon
Well be coming soon
Well be coming soon
song performed by by Beach Boys
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