God: Reshapes Kingdom Seekers
God has broken reshaped my spirit
soul upon insightful multiple occasions.
God broke me with rod of adversity
reshaped through formative necessity
teaching immutability humility fidelity.
Yet through all reshaping uncountable
singular constants endure indomitable
heart still bleeds in sympathy indelible.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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No Hard Feelings
(eric carmen)
We was young
And still believed in a hard days night
But no one seemed to understand
That there was no relief in sight
The company man
Hes got his nose glued to the charts
He says the records doin fine
But now the group is fallin apart
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause there isnt anyone to blame
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause nothin ever stays the same
Well we was locked in image prison
Waitin for that break
We was raped, reshaped and tryin to escape
Caught in a rock and roll time warp
Just tryin to find the way to get out
Four years on
And things were really gettin too intense
Critics ravin bout our album
But were makin fifty cents
And in the end
We was facin the hard, cold truth
So tomorrow come what may
Looks like its ricky and the tooth
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause there isnt anyone to blame
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause nothin ever stays the same
Well we was locked in image prison
Waitin for that break
We was raped, reshaped and tryin to escape
Caught in a rock and roll time warp
Just tryin to find the way to get out
We gave it everything we had to give
But it was gettin so tough
Too much frustration makes it hard to live
I think enough is enough
I said enough is enough
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause there isnt anyone to blame
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause nothin ever stay the same
While we was locked in image prison
Waitin for that break
We was raped, reshaped and tryin to escape
Caught in a rock and roll time warp
Just tryin to fine the way to get out
Lemme out, lemme out
Lemme out, lemme out
I gotta get out
Lemme out, lemme out
I gotta gotta gotta get out
Lemme out
I gotta get out
Lemme out, lemme out, lemme out
Lemme out
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Meaning Of Fidelity
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is deeper than any emotion,
Fidelity is full of trust and compassion,
And is filled with a keen devotion.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is a state of faithfulness from the heart,
Fidelity is an adherence to a special cause
And its' sworn vows will never part.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is an allegiance bound to stand,
Fidelity is part of a Nation's domain,
And is steadfast throughout the land.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is full of piety and ultimate care,
Fidelity is filled with an intense sense of duty,
And is like soothing music in the air.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Till Then
till then when this is over
when this face is reshaped to your pleasure
i shall face you
till then
when my eyes can see well again like a new sun
after the storm
i shall meet you
till then
i shall not tell you anymore about the history of a love rejected
there is no use
you have a home
you are a bird with a nest at your comfort
you have a place
like a stranger stopping for good having found a wife
till then
i shall confront you with the silence of my mind
i am at peace
and i am ready to leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pride and humility
Pride is the trademark of ego.
Pride erects ego to be broke.
Humility is the spirit's root.
Humility vanquishes the pride.
31.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In the spirit of Rumi - 29
O Caliphs of the world
who have executed so many saints
for daring to say that ‘I am God within myself’ –
If you yourselves are not God within yourselves,
then who are you to pronounce punishment
upon any other man?
And now, every man who carries
a sword, a dagger, bomb or gun
would think himself a Caliph,
messenger of the Lord…
how wrong they are.
Yet Allah, the great, the merciful beyond our understanding,
allows them to live on after their victims’ death - gives
a little time to know themselves
as the wheel of the potter, Destiny, turns for them,
before they return to Him
as clay to be reshaped in the Potter’s hands
or dry and crumble into dust.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Broke Heart!
she broke hearts
cowardly!
creepeth yourself
for her safety darkness
bitter, bitter taste
came out of his mouth
came in directly in your heart
Broke, broken, it is
But
broke, broken, she is
So, freezes she!
snow into her soul!
so, coldness over she!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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The Timeless Twig
Time stands still on the twig.
The sky keeps changing colors,
Blue, dark, ivory, violet -
She grows old, I turn feeble
Ego, enmity, jealousy fade
Our stories dry up to the end!
The twig remains there,
Braving rain, bad weather,
It doesn't break, doesn't complain,
Endures mutely the passing of pain,
Standing robust under the changing sky,
Reshaped landscape, agony's cry,
With no wars to fight, no belief to defend,
It is there to see us reach the dead end!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Nearer To Trees
This is nearer to the trees, fully awkward,
An award has reshaped my mapped life;
Like the touch of breakfast, the forming meal
Of the paper-like day, rocky hills stagnate the time.
Away from wonder is the delight,
The sun stood in the sky of silver
To complain erroneously and abhorrently,
With a yellow shine and silvery line.
My forest beside the vegetables bends to the side,
My ripe path branches separately, to even worry
Like our souls that hurt due to presentations,
That heavily hang on the wrapped boxes, the breakfast.
poem by Naveed Akram
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This Our Crucible Gifts
this is our crucible
our trial by fire
in molten furnace
we are smeltered
by conflict ordeals
we like ores dug
from yield earth
contain impurities
imperfections
character flaws
we fail to rise above
which limits nobility
of mind impedes us
from quest embracing
enlightening harmony
catalysis furnace
is severe ordeal
life trials killing
off fatal our soul
impurities as iron
ore is tortured
in blast furnace
so are we tortured
broken crushed
liquefied recast
reshaped into new
being like iron ore
we are born free
of dross slag purified
into finest pure steel
thus experience
insight vision
pierces perplexing
problematic realities
with pulse passion’s
need we gift
unguarded
“noblest prayers
to bestow upon
others an eternity
of light
in beautified
likeness of purity
immortality'
fleeting moments
Quotation from the poem ‘An Eternity Of Light’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Forty Years Ago/ A Man Took A Small Step For Mankind
July 20 2009 FORTY YEARS AGO/ A MAN TOOK A SMALL STEP FOR MANKIND
Forty years ago
A man took a small step for mankind
On the ground
Like so many others
I wondered
What it meant for me.
The moon is still there
The stars still distant and unkind
An unmanned messenger of ours
Has touched down on Mars
The Universe waits for us
And no one has come calling yet.
My life has been pretty much lived
A quiet distance a small interval
Calling out to God.
But how we will go on
And what will become of us
And what we will be
reshaped to be
Here or there-
I will never know.
The generations to come
And the questions
No one can answer yet.
God here
And in the Distance.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The substance of my self (Terzanelle)
The substance of my self remain
in every speck of dignity,
in humility and pain,
the shadow of my soul remains me
in fogged out looks
in every speck of dignity,
in every word, in poems in electronic books
fading away, lamenting, cry
in fogged out looks
every thing, where nostalgia runs dry
in the well of my spirit and soul
fading away lamenting, cry
like a unreachable goal
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in the well of my spirit and soul
flowering like a bunch of bloody carnations.
The substance of my self remain
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in humility and pain.
{References: The shadow of my soul by Federico Garcia Lorca and The shadow of my soul by Roy Campbell.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Air of Sadness
the kneel
of
mercy blown in the thundering
angry heart and broke
the bladed
soul of forgiveness, recount the
blinded tears of
darkness
as the eye capture the moving spirit
of freedom, closing
as it
crack the stone of pedestal’s honesty,
behold the
courage of courtship, and settle the nest
of righteousness
of humility; dies the perfume
of
humanity and birth
the
arrogant of the darkest light, the beginning
is dawning,
let it
fly and conquer the highest sky
without dying the sadden joy of every soul,
depart forever and gone no more
oh! beautiful soul......
poem by Antonio Liao
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The promise given was a necessity of the past: the word broken is a necessity of the present.
quote by Niccolo Machiavelli
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Future Shock
My Problem Is.
Upon chance occasions.
Spread amongst mundane normality.
I feel God’s love
animate my soul.
Beyond human endurance.
Wonder fills
my husk blighted soul.
Stirring passionate feeling.
When embracing spirit leaves.
Oh how totally
tormented soul crashes.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Future Is Dark
Hear the voices
They call
Every instinct
To defend
Must resist
But cant for long
Toying with fate
Ice replaces blood
Trying to save
One that wants
to hurt
I know the future
It’s dark
Want to warn
but cant
Silent agony
Always mocking
Is one life worth another?
To kill to save?
To save the defenseless
that won’t be saved
If the future
was set in stone
it would be
Obsidian
But the future
can be changed
There are bands
of Diamond
Hope
Stone can be carved
Reshaped
But the cost
Too much
The dark future
Cold Obsidian
The Diamond bands
disappearing
Were they imagined?
A hopeful fantasy?
The dark future
Inevitable
poem by Timothy Kashorek
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I Cry For I Die Everyday
it’s not for a life do I hope,
I hope for each passing day
it’s not for a death that I cry
I cry for I die everyday
if childhood was myself in past
in past only alive I was
thus I cry today in immeasurable pain
for no more my childhood had last
if I was a student yesterday
today I have died once more
In tears, nothing could I say
As for me, closed was my classroom door
when world is my mother I thought
Happily I reshaped it at will
silently she sacrificed her slot
Now I cry as my world is nil
it’s not a same ego who I am
each day I walked another way
only name kept sounding the same
thus I cry for I change everyday
when fairy tales seemed real to me
Monsters I killed like a knight
when I grew up, the life I could see
I find myself losing every fight
it’s not in a life I have scope
I have scopes in each passing day
it’s not for a death that I cry
I cry for I die everyday
poem by Sankha Datta
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A Search For Humility
Humility is a place where men of
all color and religion can meet in
the spirit of peace and love.
Humility is a place where brother embraces
brother where the common bond, is the
common goal.
Is there any such place as humility? Yes.
However, one has to first find it within
themselves, least they not recognize it,
when they come upon it.
When Storms Inundate Our Lives
stay spirit focused
happy and beautiful
family and friends
are our lifeblood links
to our humility and humanity
stay heart vision source focused
happy kind considerate beautiful
family friends colleagues mates
are prime society lifeblood links
to our humility and humanity
we exist as union interactive
supportive individuals unified
giving love creativity nobility
freely or we live in selective
isolated illusions believing material
wealth objects are more important
than spirituality our unique beautified
soul potential money wealth health
are deceptive security prosperity
if when adversity strikes our lives
community country we will overcome
together as hope prayer practical
effort combines into contributing
community effort together many
hands hearts may stand strong
when storms inundate our lives
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lilly-Willy-Woken
Bill Vining had a sorrel colt
Some two years old or more,
But the colt was wild as a mountain deer
And a bridle never wore;
And so one day,
Bill took his colt
named Lilly Willy Woken,
And whipp'd him till his stubborn will
And the whiplash both were broken!
Broke! Broke! Broken!
Your stubborn will is broken
You will dance no more on the sable floor,
O Lilly Willy Woken!
Bill Vining was a banker --
He had a bag of gold;
And not only uncurrent coin,
But customers he sold,
But while he went to break his colt
Young Lilly Willy Woken
His teller told, with his bag of gold
And thus the bank was broken.
Broke! Broke! Broken
Your master's bank is broken!
He will count no more his profits o'er
O Lilly Willy Woken!
Bill Vining was a lover --
He had a lady fair,
Who had said thro' life she'd be his wife
And his bag of gold would share;
But when she saw that all was lost,
Save Lilly Willy Woken,
She felt inclined to change her mind
And so his heart was broken.
Broke! Broke! Broken
Your master's heart is broken!
He will sing no more at his lady's door,
O Lilly Willy Woken!
Bill Vining was a mourner --
He had a host of woes,
And grave despair was pictured where
A smile did once repose.
And so he took the halter off
From Lilly Willy Woken,
And from a shelf he hung himself
And thus his neck was broken!
Broke! Broke! Broken
Your master's neck is broken!
And you see what came of a stubborn frame
O Lilly Willy Woken!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Freedom Carries Multiple Meanings
fighting oppression in multiple meanings
censorship through televised manipulations
talking about premeditated virtual conspiracy
against peace loving citizen communications
freedom saga rescue is a nice way to fight
through claimed sight multiple meanings
freedom carries hope seeds in individualistic
experience sanctuary self-phrasing matters
freedom carries multiple meanings
self-praising soul liberation's maturity
like love freedom speech perceptions
like it as if somebody else wrote it
as your own harmonic soul liberations
into your soul rescued from captivity
separate freedom from mind into hearts
claiming God imbued freedom birth rights
poem by Terence George Craddock
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