The Super Human
There once lived a great man,
That redeemed the hopes of all human.
He gave up everything,
For us to have something.
He was rejected,
For us to be accepted.
He was stressed,
For us to be blessed.
He was laboured,
For us to be favoured.
He was neglected,
For us to be celebrated.
He was condemned,
For us to be redeemed.
His life was destroyed,
For our lives to be restored.
His heart was sheltered,
For ours to be gathered.
He was agonised,
For us to be recognised.
He was disrespected,
For us to be respected.
He went through misery,
For us to have a long lasting victory.
In all reality,
He made us a celebrity.
He was punished,
For us to flourish.
He was abused,
For our enemies to be confused.
He suffered for a while,
For us to be able to smile.
He was tortured,
For us to have a great future.
He took away all atom of sickness,
Bringing to us much joy and happiness.
He sacrificed himself,
For us to be ourselves.
He died bearing the burden of our inequity,
For the betterment of the world of humanity.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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The Unsung Hero
I thought for a moment that he never felt the PAINS,
When he beared the burden of our guilts and STAINS.
You can't imagine what he went THROUGH,
for him to wipe away all of our sins THROUGH.
You can't imagine the whole of the SHAME,
when he left all his fortunes and FAME.
His head was punctured by THORNS,
and his body was tortured untill his cloth was TORN.
They put the nail throught his hands and FEET,
even as his imaculate and pure heart BEAT.
He cried out all of tears from his EYES,
untill his eyes were as dry as ICE.
They piassed his palm to the STAKE,
For all of human SAKE.
He didn't have to do it, but he did it ANYWAY,
for us to change from our evil WAYS.
He really love us so much that he took our PLACE,
In sacrificing himself for the whole of human RACE.
He died for our sins as if he's the ONE,
in expense of our freedom cos he WON.
He was humilated in front of MANY,
And as dejected by MANY.
They gave him the heavy cross to CARRY,
with so much hatred and MOCKERY.
He was whipped and scourged so HARD,
that his screems can be heard from 10 YARDS.
The stood there at calvary and watch him DIE,
After all the false accusations and LIES.
Even when he screemed ' IT IS FINISHED',
The whole world knew that ' IT WAS FINISHED '.
His blood paid that great price for our SINS,
For us to be free from our guilt and SINS.
He died bearing the burden of our INIQUITY,
for the betterment of the world and all HUMANITY.
It wasn't easy for him to do IT,
But at d end, it was worth IT.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Divine Reflection
Think of the hopes that lies before you,
Not the waste that lies behind you.
Think of the treasure you have gathered,
Not the lost opportunity you have sheathed.
Think of the happiness of others,
And how to put a broken heart together.
Think of the service you can render to God,
Not the pursuit of diamond of diamond and gold.
Think of that bright and rewarding future,
Not the imagination of an evil picture.
Think of becoming that great man of all time,
And how to leave your footprint on the sand of time.
Think of how to make life better,
Not to make it taste bitter.
Think of how to make someone smile each day,
And how to please God everyday.
Think of how to make yourself a role model to everyone else,
And not trying to be someone else.
Think of the best way to use your ability,
And how best you can carry out your responsibility.
Think of being that extraordinary hero,
And erasing every thought of you being a zero.
Think of that long lasting victory,
Not the pain of the past misery.
Think of being God's treasure,
Not trying to be part of earth's pleasure.
Think of being God's instrument of peace,
And being a blessing to human race.
Think of being the best of your kind,
And not chasing something you know you can't find.
Think of narrating that your story,
And not relying on past glory.
Think of the problems you can help to solve,
And how to cherish others in peace and love.
Above all think of walking towards the path of success,
And then you'll make it to the pinnacle of greatness.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Redemption’s Testimony
Does my life bring evident reality, to the souls that need to see,
The redemptive work of Jesus Christ, active in my present life?
Do they see a change within, my life, knowing who I had been?
Knowing how I lived before, I entered through Salvation’s Door.
Am I truly willing to pay the price, to be for my Lord a sacrifice?
Putting all my wants aside, to serve The One, who for me died?
Willing today, to deny myself, to point others to Eternal Wealth,
A wealth they’ll not see on earth, until they experience New Birth.
Born through the Spirit of Christ, that day Jesus enters their life,
And they too, become sanctified, as The Spirit now lives inside,
Now, to dwell within their heart, while by God, they are set apart,
As His children, with me and you, to now, begin their lives anew.
A life we must let God display, within our lives from day to day,
Christ’s Love with His Grace, while He moves us place to place,
As we live life for God’s Glory, while living out salvation’s story,
As The Savior uses all of us, redeemed sinners, in Christ Jesus.
Redeemed from the market of sin, to live this life anew for Him,
To be redemption’s testimony, no longer just a religious phony,
No longer here to be conformed, to this world, but transformed,
As Christ’s Light to the world, with Redemption’s Truth to herald.
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Without Just Cause.
My maiden aunt had little chance.
Because the man she was to wed
Was one of those who fell in France
listed as missing presumed dead.
Her happiness a casualty
which never figured in the news
She had to face reality
a future which she did not choose.
She was condemned to life alone
Because so many young men died
all chance of motherhood was gone.
She bore her fate with stoic pride.
She helped to raise her sister’s brood.
Her husband too unfit to go.
She mothered them as best she could
the only joy she’d ever know.
She was a treasure left unclaimed
a mother she would never be.
Only the Great War could be blamed
for many women’s misery.
She lived to see a ripe old age.
She died in nineteen forty one
just long enough to see the stage
prepared for another one.
Another war to end all wars
Just as the first Great War had been.
To her it was a hopeless cause
she saw the slaughter as obscene.
Young men will answer to the call
but womenfolk are left behind
To mourn their menfolk when they fall
A fate that’s very far from kind.
I think that she was glad to go
she knew from hard experience.
What other girls would come to know
when sorrow takes up residence.
20-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Have You Ever Been Broken Down?
I went into the world and it broke me down
And the lord of this world said ' now where's your crown'
And the truth of it was I had nothing left inside
I had no where to run, I had no where to hide
Somewhere along the path the night had stole my song
I had danced with the devil and right became wrong
He had gouged out my eyes and I could not see
I had hung my heart on the weeping willow tree
And in the blackness of the night I stumbled along
Abandoned and broken and without my song
The devil he danced and shrieked with delight
He was lord of the darkness he was lord of the night
I was tortured and tormented night and day
I was chained and whipped on my hell-bound way
And my tormentors they never gave me a moment of respite
As they tore at my flesh by day and by night
I cried out to God and He said 'Enough'
He came and redeemed me, He redeemed me with Love
And the devil and my tormentors they all did flee
From Christ my Lord on Calvary
He raised me up and He replaced my heart
That was His plan, right from the start
And by His mercy my wrong became right
And He gave me back my song in the night
I once was blinded and now I could see
What the Lord my God did on Calvary
And from that day on I walked in love
Redeemed by my Jesus who came down from above.
poem by Frank McEleny
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Today... 'The Firstfruits
For three days His body was buried in the ground.
and when they went to the tomb He could not be found.
This seed had died has now come bursting through the grave
He is the firstfruits of all those He came to save.
When the end comes and the harvest is gathered in
and innumerable saints are redeemed from sin.
He shall reign with His enemies beneath His feet
and the great plan of salvation will be complete.
For death entered creation through Adam the man
But now in Christ all will be made alive again.
For this grain of wheat fell into the ground and died
but sprang up again and its fruit had multiplied.
Not just by thirty or even a hundredfold
But countless myriads are safe within the fold.
Each of them has been purchased and cleansed by His blood
part of the kingdom He has given back to God.
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Psalm 137
I went into the world and it broke me down
And the lord of this world said " now where's your crown"
And the truth of it was I had nothing left inside
I had no where to run, I had no where to hide
Somewhere along the path the night had stole my song
I had danced with the devil and right became wrong
He had gouged out my eyes and I could not see
I had hung my heart on the weeping willow tree
And in the blackness of the night I stumbled along
Abandoned and broken and without my song
The devil he danced and shrieked with delight
He was lord of the darkness he was lord of the night
I was tortured and tormented night and day
I was chained and whipped on my hell-bound way
And my tormentors they never gave me a moment of respite
As they tore at my flesh by day and by night
I cried out to God and He said "Enough"
He came and redeemed me, He redeemed me with Love
And the devil and my tormentors they all did flee
From Christ my Lord on Calvary
He raised me up and He replaced my heart
That was His plan, right from the start
And by His mercy my wrong became right
And He gave me back my song in the night
I once was blinded and now I could see
What the Lord my God did on Calvary
And from that day on I walked in love
Redeemed by my Jesus who came down from above.
poem by Frank McEleny
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Tye
I was once a great queen of Egypt,
Though I ‘am just a lifeless mummy now,
I was once at the heart of Egyptian life,
I became first queen of real power,
I helped shape history through my actions,
My name still lives on today,
People still carry my name after all these years,
I have become as close to immortal as any human can,
History still remembers who I was,
The Tye name lives on across the world,
People still us my name with pride,
Though I died so long ago I still live on,
Showing the world what I achieved,
I was the first woman to become an equal to men,
People respected me for my wisdom and intellect,
I paved the way for all those who followed me,
I was the first of many great queens though-out history,
I ‘am a sign of what could be achieved by one person.
poem by Christopher Tye
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Psychotic
Some have chosen to waltz,
Through their lives.
With minimal chances taken.
And faking steps...
Clearly undetermined.
And on their terms,
A reality is accepted.
An expectation understood...
Delays a maturity stunted.
Never happening as it should.
A mindset enhanced,
Is not encouraged to flourish as it could.
A self-centeredness in a world is viewed.
This tainted nourishment is pursued.
A sense of feeling grounded is subdued.
Perplexing them in sheltered nests,
And exposes flaws they believe are hidden...
In a psychotic self deception.
No one contests this acceptance,
As a lost lesson.
Bringing to them neither peace nor rest.
Poisoned on concepts they can not resist to feed.
Social misfits like these can not perceive...
How controlled they are.
In environments they can not see,
Has no allowances for them to be free!
And that is condoned...
As if this was meant to be!
Continuing to tease a release of their own anguish!
And kept medicated on a prescribed point of view,
That keeps them hungering for lives confused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... 'Brother of His disciples
Jesus' brothers and sisters and mothers are we
and born by God's Spirit into His family
through obedience and doing the will of God.
Each of us is redeemed by the blood of the Lord.
Part of His glorious body on earth are we
and we'll be One in Him throughout eternity.
This heavenly family is more like the Lord
as we reach out to others with the love of God
Against the very gates of hell the church endures
as the ages pass by and Christ's body matures.
A great multitude of saints are gathered above
all brought together by the power of His love.
Each precious member has been from sin set free
heirs of God and joint heirs with Jesus Christ are we.
All destined to be with Him in Heaven above
saved and redeemed by the power of His great love
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Finished
Resounding throughout the universe transcending time and space
Is the greatest shout of victory heard by the human race
From the lips of the Lord Jesus Christ came that tremendous cry
'It is finished' was His shout as He laid down His life to die.
All scripture has been fulfilled and the prophecy's now complete
As the One of whom all prophets speak held Satan in defeat
The battle has been won by Him, The Immortal God who died
His precious blood has flowed for sin and the law is satisfied
How vast the ransom He has paid for no work was left undone
The gate to heaven opened wide by God's One and Only Son
Mankind has now been redeemed and the full price for sin is paid
The shame and suffering is over, atonement has been made
My Lord and my Love is crucified the sinners faithful friend
The Alpha and Omega is the Beginning and the End
His perfect life sacrificed to pay the dreadful price for sins
The Age of Law ends at the cross as the Age of Grace begins
The great battle is over and mans redemption has been won
No more need for types and shadows for the will of God is done
Satan has been defeated by Jesus Christ the crucified
and the sting of death is vanquished as the grave bursts open wide
Written to celebrate the victory won that first Good Friday
Endless Sorrow
Life has two faces
happiness and sorrow
either ways make essence
of what existence truly meant
With the grace of God
we are redeemed from sin
as Jesus died on the cross
and save us from damnation
Happiness makes peace
but sorrow brings turmoil
reality on earth at present
has shown endless sorrow
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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A Love With No Regret
I look at the exit door and i see her,
With the mirage of her shadows from afar.
I look at the past and i see her smile,
A smile that lasted for a while.
She was once my heaven grace,
Now leaving with no trace.
She was my last solution,
But now irritate like pollution.
She once brought happiness,
Now that happiness is lost in this time of darkness.
I thought she was sent from heaven,
Made with all the beauties of heaven.
But i was so wrong of her,
Cos she was never αs amazing like the stars.
I once thought we would have a great future,
Each time i stare at her picture.
I once thought that she could be a great wife,
And that together we would have a wonderful life.
I once gave her my heart,
When we began from the start.
I wonder how it all went wrong,
That made us not to last long.
Then i realised that we were never meant for each other,
For there is no future with us together.
Now she is gone for good,
Far away from my neighbourhood.
I will cherish the moment we had,
Those moment that weren't bad.
I will never forget how happy we were,
That made us forget about our fears.
Those times that gave us joy and fulfillment,
That also brought us contemptment.
I can look back now with no regret,
That i met someone like you on earth.
For you thought me a lesson,
That will open doors to more blessing.
In spite of all that happened you will still remain in my heart,
For when you left you never tore it apart.
My door of friendship will always remain open,
Anytime you want our love story book to be reopen.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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We came from far, very far
We came from far,
We came from far,
I must come to believe that,
That we are on a long journey,
It hast no ending,
I must come to believe that,
We came from a long struggle,
Just believe and think that we are from a very long journey,
That the rest still cannot believe it,
This is the composure that is coming from this thought,
I know that all struggle's gave man no limits to that great encouragement,
The journey gave man no limitations,
Whilst Iam bearing in my conscience that world is tough,
All beginnings will have no ending,
With the thought of a great composure,
We are on that Higher Journey,
That most of Humanity still cannot believe it,
This is that remedy for Humanity,
Just hold on and believe with that conscience.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Our Epitaph
Here lies the greatest civilization ever developed upon this earth
The finest and best hope that all men could be free, self-governing
and prosperous, and that the burden of excessive toll, disease
and poverty could be lifted from the backs of men
This great civilization died not as a result of external agression,
but from internal crumbling of the character of its people
The people had become so luxury-loving and soft that they would
not exert themselves in their own defense
A malignant disease that might be described as a maudlin sympahty
for ones enemies seemed to paralyze their will
Here lies the nation that sacrificed its life in an effort to gain
the goodwill and friendship of its enemies
Here lies the people who abandoned their priceless heritage of
patriotism, religious faith and truth for the socialism that
sapped their manhood
Here lies the nation that abandoned the faith of its fathers who
had made it great; for the cynical skepticism and atheism of
its enemies
Here lies the nation that died from loss of faith in God, loss of
pride and confidence in itself, and a loss of the will to defend
itself against both its internal and external enemies
Here lies the United States
poem by John Leroy Maxwell
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Hell Known as Home
Abused, Used
Neglected
and Confused
Rejected, Infected
Traumatically Affected
Bruised to the core,
Beaten on the floor,
Cried 'no more! '
But still left sore,
Blamed, Shamed
Numb
and Contained
Chained, Slain
to the Aches
and the Pain
Searched for support,
Thought to report,
Both cut short
With results all sort,
It was Listed!
The Pros and Cons
Both very long
The Counslers Insisted!
Papa would be gone
For what he done wrong,
But the Issue Persisted!
Mama needa be strong
To help Sista hold on
Since this Resolution
Held complex Solutions
I Rejected Revelation
And Accepted my
Situation
And so,
Alone,
I Roamed,
Not Stoned,
But Owned...
All the while
Loathing
my
Hell Known as Home.
poem by Karoliena Somura
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My God Almighty
GOD made the universe, the world, and all
Of life as we know it to be
Then he created humanity.
He gave us the five senses for us to use
Some were born without, and some just plain abused.
He gave us a brain for us to be able to think
Then he gave us the two most important things
To make our lives complete
He gave us a heart and soul to use with this brain
And if we don’t use it- then it’s a crying shame.
I was born and raised a catholic
And I would ask the nuns: “where did GOD come from”
And they would always say: GOD IS, GOD ALWAYS WAS
GOD ALWAYS WILL BE -that was the answer given to me.
You need not see to believe- the blind were cured
The deaf could hear, the scared lost all their fears.
All these things were done through belief
It was something that the church did teach.
“I would walk into the mouth of death
And my life I would not regret.”
Put your faith in GOD and you will see
All of life s possibilities.
Such things as “paradolia” which most of us see.
When we see faces and images in the clouds
And we don’t know how.
Religious images being found in the skies
On some trees, and in the ground.
When your belief in CHRIST becomes so great
That you do not hesitate.
And your life has changed so drastically
That there is nothing else you see.
This is what my almighty GOD created
And my life has become belated.
poem by Louis Rams
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Grief Promise Me To Leave ' Part 2
“”After three months of lying and illusions””
GRIEF PROMISE ME TO LEAVE ' PART 2’
My heart: come back to me grief
My grief: I’m not grief any more I developed to MISERY
My heart: whatever just come?
My misery: I’m coming my friend
My heart: you were right
My misery: as I told you before but you won't believe me
My heart: I believe in you now
My misery with a 'happy tone': tell me what's happened
My heart: what should I tell you! ? I’m stupid.... I’m foolish
My misery: I agree cause every one think in his heart he is big idiot and you are idiot
My heart: she destroyed my soul
My misery: like always
My heart: I don't want that any more
My misery: what do you want?
My heart: I wanna death
My misery: not in your hand, it's our life happiness & sadness
My heart: but my life always painful, what should I do, may I blame the fate or what?
My misery: no, blame your self? You were so nice toy in other hands you are idiot, so blame yourself.
My heart: she lied to me, she gave me hope, life and happiness in months and toke it from me in a little moments.
My misery: that's because of your kindness, and there is no place for you in this world.
My heart: you are the only one who can understand me well.
My misery: I know that cause we borne together.
'My misery thinking'
My misery: you shouldn't keep moving in your life
My heart: I know! ?
My heart: I just wanna the honest from her not anything else
My misery: you won't get it
My heart: she thought me a little nice toy in her hands
My misery: with all my regret, you were and you will still always
‘My heart thinking about ending his misery’
‘My heart saw a knife near from him, he carry it to suicide and end his cruel life’
My misery ' with happy voice ': what you doing?
My heart: I can't be idiot anymore, cause I believed in something silly doesn’t existed ' love '.
My misery: you are right.
My heart: I’m sorry for keeping you away from me.
My misery: its ok, as I told you before, something from me will still inside you.
My heart: you are my faithful friend.
My misery: we had borne together.
‘My heart I s going to suicide now’
My misery: any last words?
my heart: before I leave this life forever I want you promise me that you will never go to live in her heart ever, cause she make me live in the most beautiful illusion I’ve seen.
My misery: do you know that you are stupid?
My heart: I know cause she kept telling me this word.
My misery: ok I promise you but you have to end your life now
My heart: ok i will
‘When my heart tried to stick the knife in his heart’
‘The 'happiness whisper' came to him in hurry again but she barely breathing’
Happiness whisper: what you doing? Are you crazy?
My heart: yes I’m crazy cause I loved someone in crazy way but, she failed me, and the misery controlling me forever.
My misery: let him rest of his cruel life.
‘Happiness whisper trying to convince misery to make him not killing him self’
My heart: it's too late, that's my choice.
‘Happiness whisper started to vanish’
Happiness whisper: you don't deserve that, you are good heart
My heart: forgive me I’m not belonged to this world
‘The happiness whisper start crying and after a while she vanished’
‘My misery was standing and waiting’
My heart: goodbye and don't forget what you promised me don't forget
my heart stick the knife in the center and he begin bleeding to death, his tears freeze on his eyeball, he begin trembling, his color turned from the puce to the dark blue, and then he is died.
The misery: it was his end but, it was the beginning for other broken hearts so be careful cause I’m coming.........
poem by Damn Angel
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Innuendoed to Convince
Fear not being completely honest,
In an atmosphere reeking of deceit.
You...
Of those wholesome sensibilities!
Eventually your intergrity will be identified.
And those who lived their lives mystified by lies...
Will discover their decay.
Deluded and fantasized.
Teased by sweets and compromised.
But has delivered no long lasting peace.
With wishes they had turned away,
From a hollowness enjoyed each day.
Sought on a daily basis.
Preferring a more solid existence employed.
At least one less pretensed.
Or one wished had been less annoying!
And lived to prevent from being destroyed.
By threats of terrorists or homophobic racists!
Since one day they will come to realize,
Their own lives lived...
For them nearing the end,
Has made no sense to defend.
With a rumored conscious intention.
Innuendoed to convince,
A fulfillment of some kind has taken place.
Even at the expense,
Of their sheltered and isolated misunderstandings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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