Born Knowing
a rare few
are born
knowing
knowing
pre-birth
meeting
memories
of before
birth born
life spent
remembering
knowledge
reality
purpose
pre-birth
life line live
remembering
purpose timing
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Sounds of Life and Love
Love: Which is more important: Love or life?
Life: Without life, there would be no love.
Love: But without love, life would have no meaning.
Life: True, but life gives birth to love.
Love: And what gives birth to life?
Life: Life gives birth to itself.
Love: Nothing gives birth to itself automatically,
There must be some cause, a reason or an action.
Life: Life is without any cause.
Love: If life is without a cause, then it is without a purpose.
Life: The purpose of life is life.
Love: No, the purpose of life is love.
Life: You must be born to exist.
Without life, there is nothing.
Love: Life is nothing growing from unborn love.
You just don't understand.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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He Was Born In Ussr
He was born in USSR
At the hospital there
At 5: 30 am
And that was the time that his mother gave birth to him
But I remember that she said that giving birth was very hard
And I can say to that
Thanks God that men don't give birth
Because I don't think they would want to go through with it
Knowing that there is pain in giving birth to a baby
But when he was 13 he moved from USSR to United States
So that he could get a god education
And a good job in his life
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Womb to womb to tomb
I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.
Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.
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Infestation
From birth to achieve one's purpose,
Is that what it is one's life should be?
Or are we given this experience...
To exist to witness others succeed?
Are we to take life as an expected gift?
To sit in anticipation...
As life should come to us,
To breeze through easily.
From birth to achieve one's purpose,
Like steps come in increments.
First there is a crawling done.
To stand up tall to fall.
Ignoring to stall these as minor incidents.
Is not this life to live with such a preference?
No flying from a leap...
Some believe taken in clean sweeps,
To not repeat...
Incompleted lessons.
From birth to achieve one's purpose,
In sessions God dictates.
Although some prefer to stay whining like babies.
Hoping an empathy negates their impatient wait.
And some are often praised,
When they leave implusive scars...
To leave marks condone!
By others shown...
They too were raised to be just as crazed!
With the effects of this to go unquestioned.
Since their beliefs are released...
For a complete infestation for others to reap.
As reality takes a backseat...
While continuing to be depleted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each Day A Life
I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.
With eager eyes I greet the morn,
Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
To wonder and to joy.
And when the sunset splendours wane
And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
Exultantly I die.
O that all Life were but a Day
Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
"I sleep to wake again."
poem by Robert William Service
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More Than Just A Birth
Christmas.
More than just a birth.
More than the celebration,
The food and the presents
Deeper than acts of giving.
More than a day of rest,
A time with the family.
More than a mass or service,
For annual religious favours.
More than just a birth
The birthday of the Son of God,
Christmas has another reason:
The beginning of a revelation
Once long lost to man,
A revelation who breathes
Who laughs and cries,
Who man can see and hear
With his very own eyes and ears.
A revelation who is alive,
There for friendships and strive
Who listens and speaks
Grieves and rebukes.
A woman's next door neighbour
Another man's childhood friend
A stranger's guest of honour,
A revelation who lives in our midst
Changing lives with each encounter.
Christmas.
A day of remembrance,
Remembering the Friend of man
Who befriended and walked
Among Jews and Romans
Down the streets of Jerusalem.
Remembering the bread and wine
Who longs and loves
Flowing freely like His blood.
Remembering a revelation:
Of a God more real than ever;
On the day His Son was born
Breathing the air of the manger.
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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Life's Beginning
When does life begin?
Some say at conception
Others say at birth
For me, life began
The moment I met you
Before we met, I existed
Alive but not living
Then you changed all that
Simply by saying hello
Some animals are born blind
As I was to the beauty all around me Then you and your love opened my eyes and made me see
As in any birth, there was some pain
We both shared our pains with each other
Pains that would soon be replaced
By the joy of a new love being born
And where there is love, there is life
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Life passes through, not being born.
The flowers think they gave birth to seeds,
The shoots, they gave birth to the flowers,
And the plants, they gave birth to the shoots,
So do the seeds they gave birth to plants.
You think you gave birth to the child.
None thinks they are only entrances
For the life force that passes through.
A life is not born, it passes through.
04.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kyku
A kyku
A fantasy creature
A once angel
Thrown from heaven
At birth
Rejected at birth
Feared by most
Rejected by
Heaven and hell
Trying to find a purpose
Does kyku
Unseen by all
Only one loves
Kyku yet does
Want him for her not
Kyku clings to
Faded memories
Close stay still
Thy do
Waiting for
The mistake to
Be noticed
Wander the world
Kyku slaved to
His founded purpose
Not wanted
Emotionless become he
Waiting for
Her to return with them
poem by Tommy D'Attore
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Life, Where Is life!
Life is always light
for some
Life is always fight
for some,
Life is full of light
For some
Life is without light for some,
Life is search for light,
Some live a long life,
Some live for a short,
Some live for a purpose,
some live for themselves,
Some live for others,
Some are good thinkers,
Some are fantastic,
Some live in fantasies,
Some are short sighted,
And live a life, full of fight,
Some or long sighted,
And always stumble!
Some are great by birth,
Some are great by thoughts,
Some are great by deeds,
some are really great,
and they have the vission,
They have the strength and will,
they look as a lake still,
Yet they are full of life,
They always smile
And keep worries way a mile!
some has ways open, some has to open them on own,
Some Wander where life takes,
Some take life where they want,
Some are really great
Those realise, if not there is either birth or death,
Who is there to say what is life?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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On The Last Day
As I await the the birth of spring
I watch winter take it's last breaths of life
Before it must wither and die like all things.
It reminds me of all who have gone before me
Leaving me with memories of a life all but gone
Wishing that I to may leave something worth remembering
To all that I will leave behind
For I believe we live on in the hearts of those we have touched
With kindness and caring without anything being asked in return
For like God the father to give is to gain
In ways we may only know on the last day
poem by David Kush
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Life passes........
The flowers think they gave birth to seeds,
The shoots, they gave birth to the flowers,
And the plants, they gave birth to the shoots,
So do the seeds they gave birth to plants.
You think you gave birth to the child.
None thinks they are only entrances
For the life force that passes through.
A life is not born, it passes through.
poem by Anees Akbar
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Conjoined Twins
Our birth is rather rare!
Hasn’t Nature been unfair?
Our bodies fused at points,
We’re babies freak – you stare!
We’re mostly just stillborn!
But, some are born alive;
None know how we are born;
We were called ‘Siamese Twins’!
‘Conjoined Twins’ is better!
Some worked as circus clowns;
Some lived to adolescent age –
A life like in a cage!
Some had two heads and one torso;
Some thoraces, conjoined;
Some were fused back to back;
Why God allows our births?
Thoracopagus; pygopagus;
Dicephalus tetrabrachius:
Some died before their birth;
Some were mere exhibits!
Some were lucky to earn some name;
Some were lucky to get some fame;
But to be born as ‘Conjoined Twins’ –
Oh, what a horrifying shame!
But those were olden days!
There is now improved scope;
The modern world gives hope –
To help us live separate.
Just try to live like us;
Then, you will know our plight;
Something had not been right;
We cannot live and fight!
Yet, life is miserable;
We are a sorry lot;
We live with anguished hearts,
Until we can depart!
Most of us can’t survive;
Yet, some are born alive;
To live for long, we strive;
God allows some to thrive.
So, pray, we shouldn’t be born;
But you kill the unborn,
All hale and hearty kids –
Foul murder, God forbids?
Be humane men, women;
God watches from heaven;
How can you kill children,
Who aren’t deformed like us?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Walking In Assurance
Walking in peace and very assured, is a soul that knows the Lord,
Knowing Him as Lord and Savior, not simply as a God or Creator,
But embracing the work of Christ, so to walk with Him in New Life.
Not following likes of religious men, but by God, now Born Again.
Walking with The Lord each day, I’m granted peace along the way,
Walking with Him as Lord and God, I’m guided on this earthly sod,
As God has a new work for us, when by faith we’re in Christ Jesus,
A new work while upon this earth, when in Christ we have new birth.
This new birth I’m speaking of, comes not from man but up above,
A spiritual birth from The Lord, when on a soul His Spirit is poured,
Poured into the heart of a man, all through God’s providential plan,
God’s Spirit then dwells inside, so in Christ, man can always abide.
With Christ’s Spirit in our heart, The Lord our God will never depart,
And so God’s Peace dwells within, while we walk and abide in Him,
With God’s presence within our life, through our Lord, Jesus Christ,
Through Him we’re in God’s Family, now on our way to life eternally.
God’s assurance, now guides our life, in this world, filled with strife,
Knowing the Creator, so loved us, that God sent to all Christ Jesus,
As God’s Lamb and Perfect Sacrifice, to pay for us, sin’s full price,
With God’s Spirit, as our guarantee, of our life with Christ, Eternally.
Happy b day
Happy birthday Triauna
Today is a great day
The day my girl was born
Monumental occasion
Sound the horn
New born child cute as a button
Dem other babies culdnt say nuffin Literally the truth is all I say
Throughout the years
You made each and every day
Thats just who you are and how you roll Always warm heart never cold
As you open your gifts
Just remember this
Your birth day only comes once a year Every day feel like my birth day because I know you here
The gift you give is priceless
Yet every day the value increases
Second most important born right after Jesus
Brings me back to my thesis
Happy birth day Triauna
poem by Martin McCollugh
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On My Birthday, July 21
I, MY dear, was born to-day--
So all my jolly comrades say:
They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth,
And ask to celebrate my birth:
Little, alas! my comrades know
That I was born to pain and woe;
To thy denial, to thy scorn,
Better I had ne'er been born:
I wish to die, even whilst I say--
'I, my dear, was born to-day.'
I, my dear, was born to-day:
Shall I salute the rising ray,
Well-spring of all my joy and woe?
Clotilda, thou alone dost know.
Shall the wreath surround my hair?
Or shall the music please my ear?
Shall I my comrades' mirth receive,
And bless my birth, and wish to live?
Then let me see great Venus chase
Imperious anger from thy face;
Then let me hear thee smiling say--
'Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.'
poem by Matthew Prior
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God’s Full Blessing
For my God to fully bless you, you need to know the Savior too,
My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who came to give all New Life.
God bless you, men do say, but do they know God’s Only Way?
Without His Son, don’t bother, to seek full blessing of the Father.
God opens Heaven, to all earth, but, only through a second birth,
Spiritual birth open to everyone, but, all through God’s Only Son.
Saying to Nicodemus for all men, He said we’re to be born again,
Born through the Spirit of God, to enter Heaven from earthly sod.
The Son and God are the same, and only Jesus Christ can claim,
The seat at The Father’s side, for now He lives, although He died,
Raised to The Father’s right Hand; the Only Savior for every land,
God whom all men can know, through the love the Son did show.
God’s Blessing can’t be implored, till you know, His Son as Lord,
With saving knowledge of the Son, knowing He and God are one,
And from faith, when you believe, The Father’s Spirit you receive,
Bringing a oneness to your heart, with His blessing He will impart.
All of this and eternally more, when you come to Christ, the Door,
God’s Only Way of Salvation, His Eternally Gate for every nation,
God’s Blessings flow abundantly, when we open our eyes to see,
God’s Only Way, Truth and Life, is by His Only Son, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
No individual soul
Which- the soul or body-
Is the cause of one
To be holy or lowly?
Which- the soul or the body-
Is the cause for the king
To down and the traitor to crown?
Which- the soul or the body-
Is the seat of genes
That transmits features?
Soul and body are co-born
Ever since when life was born.
At no stage, be birth, embryo,
Zygote or gametes that fuse,
Was the life born for the soul
To enter the body at birth,
And part at death.
Death is no more than
A death of a twig of the tree.
28.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Born In Birth Universe
Where is first blessing
for this new young couple
for each new young couple?
These young souls
so blessed with love of life
in love of each other.
They await first blessing
blessing of new destined life
given God’s mystic purpose.
How God intrigues
us with this longing
internal wait for new life.
Where when is time
of this life born creation
moment of conception?
Original moment of creation
was born in birth universe
all souls preconceived in God.
Eternal love for awaited child
universal longing expressed
in God’s preconceived creation.
'The concept, time is infinite and undefined'
flows into many universal truths as creation
laws in divine purpose free will consequences.
All humanity all races all born children
are fortunate to receive unconditional
love as God’s blessing in karma choices.
Quotation from the poem ‘Where Is The Time? ’ by Rekha Sathya.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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