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Peace of Mind

O peace! give me the pace to have a glimpse of you!
Elusive you are! Leaving illusions all around!

Temples and Mosques, Churches and Asylums
Wander the mortals in quest of reaching your portals

Men and Women, rich and the poor, scholars and scoundrels
Submit their prejudice for seeking a nap on your lap

Millions and billions may swell the coffers
There dwells a hell when your stay is put to nil

Comforts and luxuries, power and authority
Seldom fetch the joy of your ever soothing serenity

Greed less minds, compassionate hearts, unruffled souls in joy and grief
Are the ones after whom you run seeking an abode for you to rest

poem by Somanathan Iyer
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God... Where Are YOU?

Searched for HIM near and far
in temples, mosques, churches and vihars

Browsed Gita, Bible and Quran
peeped into the pages of Vedas and Purans.

Questioned the learned ones, scholars and sages
journeyed in this quest sacred places.

Meditated seeking HIM in lap of the Himalayas
Praying for HIS presence through chanting of mantras.

Sages and savants, answers, could'nt satisfy me
my hunger for HIM, felt, beginning to betray me.

Finding of God particle raised my hope
soon to vanish by another stroke.

Instrumental in forming the Universe, it was revealed
but who made this particle, mystery yet to be unveiled?

Arn't we the God particles in the true sense?
What use this universe without inhabitants?

Eureka! I have found HIM within myself
HE is in everyone, bother to seek within self.

He is in us, in every human being
in good deeds, love, service & pious thinking.

So why search HIM here and there
Universal love marks HIS presence everywhere.

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Wisdom Sealed

Millions and Billions starve for food
Billions and Trillions spent on arms
Wisdom sealed.

Presidents and Premiers talk of welfare
Coffers emptied for sake of warfare
Wisdom sealed.

Hunger leads to many a death
Wealth stored in many a locker
Wisdom sealed.

Resourceful few rejoice with luxuries
Remaining lot rot in poverty
Wisdom sealed.

poem by Somanathan Iyer
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Forfeiture

Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace

poem by John Bliven Morin
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Praise God As Blessed Peacemakers

Aya Sophýa Istanbul
church built to honour our God
became prime model
for all mosques to honour Allah

after Islamic invasion of Istanbul
Constantinople Byzantium fell

all houses of God
are sacred holy places
no true worshipper
will suicide bomb any worshippers

no true worshipper
makes war on poor women children
enlightened souls
tolerant compassionate peace lovers

praise God as blessed peacemakers
embrace all races as God’s children
respect honour all cultures religions
knowing only God in authority judges

poem by Terence George Craddock
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On The Subject Of An Afterlife

On the subject of an Afterlife of hell
For the earthly sinners I'd rather not dwell
Since billions of poor people do live in their Earthly hell
in a World where some see
It as a sin for to live in poverty they are suffering for their Earthly sins though with that you do not agree
Do you believe that the prophesy of the meek the earth shall inherit to them does not apply
Since any sort of a reasonable existence the greedy super rich of them choose to deny
The minority who live in an Earthly heaven who take but never give
Those who believe that the World is their's and do not subscribe to live and let live
Hell on Earth for the billions in poverty should be enough punishment for their sins the price they do pay
But you believe in the Hereafter all sinners must suffer whilst their bones here on Earth do decay
And as for the poor man who steals to feed his children the gates of heaven he won't enter in
Than the Corporate crim who out of greed steals millions that his is really not a lesser sin
On the subject of the Afterlife with you I will not argue since you have your opinions and that does suit me fine
And as for me I too have my opinions and your's is very different to mine.

poem by Francis Duggan
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While Seeking Something More Impressive

They are the first to admit,
A seeking of creative ways to advance...
And exist in all areas,
That will justify their growth process.

But for whatever the reasons,
They have chosen to dismiss...
Those with the creative expertise,
To recommend with suggestions.

And instead look for scholars,
With book sense to limited mindsets...
To guide them in their quest,
To be the best that they can be!

And...
They still will never see,
The forest for the trees.
While seeking something more impressive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deism

Deify Higgs-Boson in your minds,
temples, mosques and churches
and bury your religions
to prosper in Boson-Heaven.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I support mosques, obviously. We need churches, temples, mosques. Whatever people use to speak with their god or to receive spiritual inspiration is good for the country. But the symbolism of it at ground zero, within two blocks or three blocks, I believe is wrong.

quote by Peter King
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The Need And The Greed

Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.

Need and greed aren’t in water tight cells.
Need might restrict to physical wants.
Greed is for ego’s gratification.
Possessiveness is the sign of the greed.

To earn by wrongful means is from greed.
To exploit and hoard is an act of greed.
To garner and flaunt all you have is greed.
Greedless, though penny-less, you’re loveable.

To sedate the pride is to tame the greed.
To kindle the pride is to fuel the greed.
Having got money, power and possession,
As the result of greed, you will lose peace.

Remove the greed; jealousy is gone.
Remove the greed; no feeling of revenge.
Hail the poor and condemn the greedy.
Then the tendency to grow rich will wane.

Live simple; live humble; then need is less.
Be proud to own a bicycle, not a car.
Value one who owns a bicycle, not a car.
You will have saved energy and the nature.

Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon

What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well.

quote by John Milton
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Y.... Wave of Peace

Peace

I dream
of a wave of peace

A giant wave
Reaching beyond the fences
Moving deep inside

A wonderful wave
Drenching all the minds
Pentrating deep in hearts
Changing souls forever

A tsunami
Devastating all walls of greed
Destructive to violent thoughts
Ripping apart perversion
Erasing arrogance

A wave of peace, streaming
envelopping the world
Softening hearts
Wisening leaders

Just peace
Dare to dream with me
Let us all pray together

Let's dream and believe
In a wave of peace

An awesome wave of peace

poem by Aufie Zophy
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The Boxer

(paul simon)
I am just a poor boy though my storys seldom told
I have squandered my existence
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies in jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Well I left my home and family I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station runnin scared
Layin low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go, looking for the places
Only they would know
Li li li [etc.]
Only seeking workmans wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home
Going home
Where the new york city winters arent a-bleding me
Bleeding me
Going home
Da da da [etc.]
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him
Till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Li li li [etc.]

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Releases In The Reaching

The reaching for it,
Can not be describe in words anymore.
It is an existence inviting,
A resistance to limit...
Comforts of a thought process.
No longer seeking,
A validation to address.

The reaching for it,
Is as if an indescribable bliss.
Indestructable and cosmic it is!
With an opening of a consciousness,
That releases in the reaching...
All that had been believed!
Outdating concepts perceived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Herds

Gatherings assemble within their temples
of what their lives worship.
Whether it is religious
or the good times they wear.
Each wears a different skin
depending on what they believe in.
Some gather in places to wander
and journey through the wastelands
of another’s homeland.
Seeking out new herds to follow,
new gatherings to join
on their eternal quest.

16 February 2009

poem by David Harris
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Lead Me On

Shoulder to the wheel
For someone elses selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the holy one.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Waiting for the train
Labelled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding
Whispers in the dark
Where are we going--is it very far?
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping, forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the lord.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Letter From God

dont call my name anymore.
you dont even know who i am!
no more churches, temples, and mosques,
the wind has no need for a home.
no more battles or wars in my name,
no more judgements bound by your fears.
no more talk of heaven and hell,
till you walk the path before you.

for as long as you kill
to feed your greed.
as long as you allow
children to go hungry.
as long as you discriminate
out of your ignorance...
as long as you take
more than you give.

you do not know me!
you kill my messengers,
or twist their teachings
to use for profit and gain.
you choose religion over love,
believing in instant redemption.

you speak of my wrath,
but the anger is yours.
you try to define my being
with impotent minds.
you're so blinded by selfish desire,
that you do not see me all around you.

the man you kill,
the woman you rape,
the child you abandon,
the begger you ignore....

the young man you send to prison,
or even worse to battle.
the poor you leave in poverty,
the uneducated you fail to educate...

the homeless family,
black, white, red, and brown...
male, female, old, and young.
straight, gay, religious, or not...

the abandoned dog, the stray cat,
the addict, the whore,
the farmer, the factory worker,
the father, the mother...

me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Enemies of the Peace

Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark

Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples

Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans

Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope

Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace

poem by Naji Almurisi
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Peace Within

The wind is blowing gaily, the page is trying to turn.
My hair has it's own independent way and my heart is at PEACE.
My peace I give you, not as the world gives it (John 14: 27)
A peace that rests inside as though like Jesus sleeping peacefully on the wind tossed boat, secure in His Father's LOVE. (Mark 4: 38)
I move and Your peace moves WITH me.
Your sun calms the cold breeze on my face.
The shine in my heart - You LORD - brings perfect peace.

The mosques chatter restlessly, no peace is found within and none is taken out.
The politicians speak many platitudes but no peace lies within the words.
Peace is found externally and internally in YOUR WORD O LORD!
Refuge, rest, sanctuary in the knowledge of YOUR LOVE that resonates into our souls into eternity.
My soul finds rest in God alone (Psalm 62)

Those who believe in Jesus Christ carry PEACE, can calm troubled hearts, give light in their darkness, bring hunger to know that everlasting peace.
Only You O LORD can give us PEACE.
Only YOU!

Amen!

26.2.2012 - Bahrain - walking through the park.

poem by Lancashire Lass Susan
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Suicide Of Farmers

When the whole families of some
are jobbing in banks and offices,
the sons of farmers
frivol away with politicians
seeking a job.

The womenfolk of farmers
labour all the day in fields
lose their florid face
and roam as skeletons
They fall on evil days
if the darker clouds fail to burst.

Rising in the early morn,
they hurry to places far off,
seeking work in the earth.
Till they be back at midnight,
with some savoury packets,
their children wait unfed
like the fledglings in nests
with sorrow-laden faces.

Heaping praises on the rich
they borrow loans to send their sons
to colleges which they haven’t seen.
They obey the orders of the affluent,
speak of their own bright sons as dull ones
to be assured of their favours.

The coffers of the banks
scoff at them to open
unless some bigwigs give signal.
But the money lenders open the coffers
and do business in rural towns.
If anyone of the family is not in a job
the pang of suicide has a peck at them.

They don’t beg or lick
the palms of newly sprung up rich.
When some families die,
the Govt. fail to care
and the land shivers here and there.
You stop not their tears
and the nation will be reduced to a rubble.