One Day I Know You Will..! ..
One day I know
you will take back my sight
you lent me at my entry
into your world;
Deeply therefore I look into
every creation-
macrocosoms and microcosoms-
and in my mind's endless arena
chisel exact replicas to defy time-
I will ever keep alive hence
of all the delights
through my sight and senses-
Yes.every song of your creation
and every fury of your destruction
will ever reverberate
in every corner of my heart
even after you withdraw
your soldiers of senses!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses; but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as the creation of his senses.
quote by Ernst Mach
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Screen The Sufferings
With the senses you know the world.
The senses awake, you're aware.
The unbridled senses lead to lust.
The sensory objects induce greed.
With the mind you build ambition
And ignore the path to attain.
With the ego you feel importance
And want at any cost to achieve.
Senses, mind and ego reined,
Suffering is screened.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who Am I?
A bleary friend is seen through my eyes,
To be exact we derive a bleary eye;
Be able of this moment, be the command of liberty.
From liberal measures the abandonment of the eyes
Comes to taste, and sight has reached memory.
Maybe the sight is attractive, although polite
By the hours, goodness knows what!
Braiding the hours with skill is using sight,
Prefect of the senses, louder than words.
A bleary man is the size of my design,
I now see this concerning picture of a man who knows
Who I am. Who I am.
poem by Naveed Akram
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There Our Senses Touch
There our senses touch.
In the fields of...
Fresh grass scented.
To glisten with dew,
Lifted,
By a dawning morning...
Clear.
Bright.
And appetizing awakening eyes.
There our senses touch.
With an open window nearby.
Where the 'is' and 'why' of life,
Breezes through fields God gives...
To make the experience of it,
Flagrant with inconsistent fragrance shifting.
From day to day.
As if to outdo each creation made.
There our senses touch.
In the fields of...
All there is to life.
And to know it can not be simply lived,
If not witnessed.
There our senses touch.
Outside of ourselves.
With none of it to be lived,
To sit on fences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The place beyond between
Not named as joy;
not named as happiness..
at the end of a thought
the eyes lifted; then,
only the senses;
only the senses’ action seen;
only the endless beauty
of the beautiful unnamed;
only the glory of the food
of the senses unattached;
where is the mind
in this perfect satisfaction?
who needs to name this blessing,
blithe? or to name it, bliss?
beyond a name;
yet known.
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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To Believe Impossibilities
do we need to sight grow sharper senses
or do we need to believe the impossibilities
our senses proclaim before our orb eyes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Which is chaste?
My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?
No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Everything Tastes Bitter
Come what may
The usual cannot be embraced anymore
It is the unusual that delights
My mind & senses
Extraordinary senses
Unidentified
My taste buds getting
Uncertain which is salt
Which is sweet?
Which is sour?
Rehabilitate my tongue
Everything tastes bitter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hand Of The Infinite
aeons ephemeral beauty
balancing beautiful thought
contrast from gifted mind
to hand that gives bestows
images of an embellished infinite
sharing rare beauty perception
the hand of passion infinite
written into indelible patterned nature
written into seasons lessons
through years flows eternity
across life seasoned minds renewal
are sight sound felt senses
images spoken through whisper
whisper creation through eve receptive
serene cosmic harmony beautify
in spoken crystal moments
creation nature kaleidoscopic infuses
sparkles divinity personified
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Second Presage
Senses so alive, I felt them.....dancing thru' my Brain
Time drops its hands t' purge its spaced indifference
Breath of Science loses sight...by th' open Eye of God
Pagans not be stunned...for they know only darkness
Deaf, yet, still I heard, th' silence...from my madness
Brushing, cool breeze passing thru' my labored lungs
Paralytic Rhapsody, I breathe....like a newborn infant
Seven Angel's voices whisper sweetly, 'You are Home'
Where goes th' flesh of my mortalness, beyond th' ash
For is that not what th' Gospel preaches every Sunday
Time lifts its hands, moves again quite hauntingly, yes-
Senses so alive, I felt them........from a presage stalking
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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The Glory Of God's Creation!
Who has not felt calmed by the passing
of a solitary cloud across the heavens?
Who has not felt inspired
by the starry night above?
Who has not felt a debt of gratitude
for all that we have been given
on this solitary planet called Earth?
What beauty surrounds us in the Summer season,
when we take stock of the glory of Creation
and revel in its myriad fashions and forms.
Together, with the miracle of sight,
we behold spectacle after spectacle -
from a full-grown man to a fragile blade of grass.
Our senses are alive to the Universe,
as we behold the majesty of the sizzling sun above.
Is it any wonder that Man is humbled by it all?
It is for this reason that we know
there really is a God
who loves us dearly...
The Psalms celebrate Creation...
and so should we... together...
For we are humanity,
fearfully and wonderfully made.
Created for a purpose
and an eternal destiny.
Created to praise the Creator,
the King of Love...
Day follows day,
night follows night,
weeks turn into years.
Let us give thanks today...
for now, this is all we have...
poem by Denis Martindale
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I have a fear - I may be wrong.
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that all too many, put off all thoughts of 'God'
by those who claim to speak for Him,
may cease to look for, name, all wondrous things:
the good, and beautiful, and truthful; which give joy;
which you and I love as the best of life...
and name them, praise them, to our children's ears
as all the wonder that they are...
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that even seeing this world as sweetshop of delights
we never look to see
some unity.
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that we may miss the mind's pure joy
of stepping back to see
beyond what shows itself,
a greater and more glorious view...
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that though we have a hazy view
of 'Creation' and 'Creator',
we do not seek to play Creation's part -
as species disappear; as world pollutes...
I have a fear -I may be wrong:
we know the words; but miss the song.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Beauty of You
The Beauty of You
The beauty of you in everything I see
From the glowing fire in the skies
Created by you, to warm us and guide us
To the never ending horizon where ocean meets sky
Nothing escapes my eyes in the beauty I see
Silvery calm water, a reflection of peace
Gentle breeze mingling with bird song
A melody of your creation dancing in my heart
Oh God of all creation, from near and far we seek you
Oh God of all of me, from ashes into beauty my life with you
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, the now and then
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, in You no end
poem by Lisa Finney
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Brutal Planet
We're spinning round on this ball of hate
There's no parole, there's no great escape
We're sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother there's a price to pay
We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
And now it's over there's no place to hide
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
"This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
"It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
"A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
"From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
It was a holy garden
That's right where Adam fell
It's where the bite was taken
It's where we chose to sin
It's where we first were naked
This is where our death begins
We took advice from that deceiving snake
He said don't worry it's a piece of cake
And sent us swimming in a burning lake
Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
"This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
"It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
"A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
"From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
Here's where we keep the armies
Here's where we write their names
Here's where the money god is
Here's our famous hall of shame
Here's where we starve the hungry
Here's where we cheat the poor
Here's where we beat the children
Here is where we pay the who
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Nature painfully fights back
in the man is laid out
an exact model of the universe
his knowledge drives the world
vast as creation where stars glitter
there are great holes where sometimes
he gets himself lost in his quest for himself
beauty runs in his heart where love spreads out
like a sun to blanket the world with warmth
man a sweet personification of nature
there flows the elements of arts
roses, crocuses, the seven seas,
grandiose canyons, hillls and mountains,
the fine coloured fluttering butterflies
and majestically plumed birds, all making up
paintings, poems and songs..
man an exact model of universe
here is a dance belted out
in scintillating opposites to
cement, and fuel the ever
expansive creation
for every shade an exact
opposite to entertain the soul
for every step, an opposite to
cheer up the spirit - a male, a female,
a black, a white, a young, an old,
a smile, a tear, a birth, a death
and these these cancerous cells,
nature's painful grouses to amplify the point
man has derailed him in its creation dance
gone against his better self
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thunderbird Spirit Flight
so often repeating
same patterns
ingrained behaviour
behaviour man tribe choice
touch me not
thoughts thunder
I breathe not
thunder lightning storms
wake all senses rebirth mind
in storms elemental life
I breathe sound whips
see light rays ionize retina
storms infuse life pores
flight wings beat
thunder claps in day night sky
mouth eyes open
close mouth
creation words
cause lightbolts
witness universe
echo creation dance
boy sky eyes sees
speaks backwards writes
signs ritual wind stirs clouds script
light bred shades sky signs
eagle eyes hurricane flashes
flies thunderbird dimensions sight
darting vision sight wisdom's
intelligent powerful wrathful
worm greed tribe man breeds material
earth rape stirs thunderbird
anger in sacred mountains vast
Great Spirit sends thunderbird spirit
messages to spirit who listens
listen child tree of life
holds nest creation within
life branches sundance
while sun still shines
raise arms reach hands
embrace life visions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Heaven is a space in the heart
He could see
He could sense
He could desire
Compassion.
He came for love
Finding those deserving-
tell me, why does an angel suffer?
Was God really too high above?
With the stomach of immortalism, the Supreme intellect precedes action
'Cowards die a thousand deaths but the valiant taste of death, but once'- Shakespeare.
That human senses
Is what the enemy wants
Without the reign of will.
Many having seen the night
That they have seen
Could do with some superhuman, Kryptonite.
May God take back the senses
Nothing rightly leftover
Sight, sound, taste, smell and taste
And else worthy, of his sense.
Heaven is a space in the heart.
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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I & I
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed.
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think Ill go out and go for a walk,
Not much happenin here, nothin ever does.
Besides, if she wakes up now, shell just want me to talk
I got nothin to say, specially about whatever was.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift dont win the race,
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justices beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform theres nobody in sight,
Theyre waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
The world could come to an end tonight, but thats all right.
She should still be there sleepin when I get back.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and Im still pushin myself along the road, the darkest part,
Into the narrow lanes, I cant stumble or stay put.
Someone else is speakin with my mouth, but Im listening only to my heart.
Ive made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I And I
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed.
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think Ill go out and go for a walk,
Not much happenin here, nothin ever does.
Besides, if she wakes up now, shell just want me to talk
I got nothin to say, specially about whatever was.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift dont win the race,
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justices beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform theres nobody in sight,
Theyre waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
The world could come to an end tonight, but thats all right.
She should still be there sleepin when I get back.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and Im still pushin myself along the road, the darkest part,
Into the narrow lanes, I cant stumble or stay put.
Someone else is speakin with my mouth, but Im listening only to my heart.
Ive made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Asuobonteng
The creation of the world,
The creation of man,
The creation of woman from man,
But you are storing up wrath for yourselves according to your stubborn and impatient minds! !
Inventers of evil things,
Indignation;
But with persistence patient with the muse of my mind!
And like joy in the land of peace;
Because, the doers of the Law are righteous as compared to those who break the Law! !
I am Asuobonteng from a land far away from you,
But it is time for us to put the world into a better shape than,
The very negative things going on now;
For, we were all created by the Creator for a purpose!
And, we need to take care of the earth than destroying it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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