Lives Tied In New Family Bonds
bonding is lives tied in family bonds
marriage union ties faith strong loyalties
new bonds consummated born ties
bonding is lives tied in firm family bonds
new bonds consummated born birth ties
marriage celebrations ties strong loyalties
marriage union ties bloodline loyalties
bonding is lives tied new life perpetuates
new bonds regenerate legacy possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
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You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Bonds
Bonds are something we live with.
They tie people together
whether it be in love or friendship.
They are invisible strands of blessings,
which sometimes are very hard to break.
They hold two hearts together
through the turmoil
life can throw our way.
Sometimes the bonds are taunt,
other times they slackened a little bit,
but the bonds are there to remind us
we always need someone in our lives.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Bonds
Briggs
Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, England, blessed country of Freetrade,
Where the large importers' profits and fine sentiments are made,
Digs
Deep into his mine of wisdom, and, with British fervency,
Bids us mark the Bonds of Empire reaching out across the sea;
Binding us to one another
Us and our benign old mother
Patriotic apron-strings of Empire we would scorn to free.
Threads -
Crimson threads of kith and kinship - thin red lines of sentiment!
What a wave of fervid friendship over all the continent
Spreads,
When some speaker bids us ponder
On those threads that reach out yonder...
But alas, there are acute grumblers whom mere threads do not content !
Ties
Silken ties! O, who would venture to disturb a single thread?
What a roar of public censure would descend upon his head !
Rise
Split the welkin with your shouting!
Cheer those ties! What? Still some doubting
Pesslmists? Then here is something more substantial in their stead:
Bonds!
GOLDEN BONDS! ... Ah! Now we mention cold commercial £ s. d.
All the land is at attention. Witness how the Empire re-
Sponds.
Bonds at three or four percent'll
Beat all shackles sentimental
In the land of shops and shekels, in the country of the free.
Cash -
Cold, hard cash. O, magic metal! How the golden cables groan
When we're called upon to settle or renew our little loan.
Smash?
Never! Though it strains and quivers
When the bloated Dreadnought-givers
Try to shirk the cost of paying for a navy of our own.
Gold
Chains of gold! Brave bonds of boodle of the merchants' finest make
No assault, however rude, 'll cause those golden links to break.
Hold?
Crimson threads may snap and sever;
Silken ties may break, but never
Shall those chains; they hold for ever for the loyal traders' sake.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Prostitution lost its meaning
Jewels lost their luster.
Women discarded them.
Plaited hair is not a fashion.
It has become ceremonial.
Half saree is held lowly.
Modesty has come redundant.
Revealing is abundant.
Marriage is mere a contract.
Remarriage is as good as marriage.
Live in relation is stylish.
Sexual ties killed emotional ties.
Prostitution lost its meaning.
12.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Promise
I defy destiny
And I will laugh at Fate
For your Love had met me
Though it came rather late.
Time is just a word
And Distance is just space
In bonds we have a cord
That ties our hearts in place.
And should it happen, dear
That my breath be cut at last
My spirit will be near
With you forever, if it must.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Hope For Him
O friend! Hope for Him whilst you live!
If your bonds are but an emptiness
Understand the prose of your Maker;
If you break the bonds of slavery
This day shall be mankind’s slaughter;
For in life we know this loves me
As I am a friend who bellows forth
Echoes in the valley of your desire.
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall
Have union with Him
Because it has passed from the body.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Is pursuing sex inferior?
No sooner did I behold her
Than I fell in love with her.
No sooner did she behold me
Than I fell insane of her.
Her fire has burnt my shame and fame.
Shameless and fameless I wander.
With our ties, other ties were lighter.
No ties other than hers were tighter.
Like god to you, she’s to me, the supreme.
In her I find what you do in God.
Love spiritual, seeks union.
Love sexual, seeks union.
You surrender to God with beliefs.
I surrender to her with wills.
To love God stems from the culture.
To love from sex springs from the nature.
Love of God might burn love of sex
But will emit smoke that holds your breath.
Love of God is the will of man.
Love of sex is the will of God.
You and I are same in pursuits.
Pursuits count, not the objects.
Is practicing sex inferior?
Is writing of sex obscene?
17.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Marriage Is Forever
When once your single state of life is changed
By sacred Marriage vows and carnal ties,
You never from spouse ever be estranged;
The nuptial bond before God never dies.
To each other, you owe your fidelity,
And mutual understanding reigns supreme;
The union is for life’s eternity!
’Tis real and never becomes a dream.
And Marriage is a Sacrament for man!
No power on earth dare separate the two;
The hearts and bodies harmoniously can
Withstand all things attempting to undo.
With how many hearts can one heart unite?
The Sun has just the same Moon every night!
poem by John Celes
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The Faith of Baha'i
We cling to multiple identities;
Such identities impel us to show
Loyalties based on identities.
Multi-loyalties bring conflict in us.
Loyalties propel us to side or fight.
Religions and politics take much toll.
Language and territories are not behind.
Racial identities still raise their heads.
Leave identities; leave loyalties.
Both tell that you are led by prejudices.
A world community formed without them
Is what Baha'u'lla'h preached as his faith.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.
quote by Peter De Vries
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Relations
We were all born,
With much pain,
To the one who bore us
And
To us,
Who were born.
We all came
Wailing our way
Into this world.
We are all
Destined
To wither away
Like the leaves of the fall.
But,
Till then,
Till we are green and strong,
Till we stick to the branches
Of the tree called
World.
We thrive.
Nurture ourselves
With the sap
Of life,
Called “love”.
Flowing in our blue veins
From the unseen,
Impalpable bonds.
Some of which,
We are born in,
Others we bore.
Some,
We are thrown into,
Others being co incidents
Or
“Accidents”.
We all know,
We will
One day
Disappear alone,
Never to rise again
As u, me, she or he.
But
these unseen
Impalpable bonds
among ourselves,
keeps us
Rooted
to the big tree
Of belonging,
Of being needed,
Of being cared for.
Making the tree
More green,
More strong,
More nourishing
For
“Generations”
Who will enter
This world
With much pain
Just like us
“Wailing”.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Throwing Fire At The Sun
I think of venus sinking down into the sea.
And what it is to be alone and have nothing.
I dont know why you want to leave this space between.
Is it easier to be alone and have nothing ? .
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
I put my hands up, lay my weapons down.
I know that I was stupid, I was wrong.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
If I listen theres something deeper that speaks.
If we reach out maybe we could make a little peace.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Remember stealing oranges and how they bled.
And youre the one who showed me how to touch myself.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Chains
Who chained the humans Sir?
With bracelets, anklets and tassels
Made of gold, gold and all gold
Studded with precious jewels
Who chained the humans Sir?
With love, desires and lust
Bonds, bonds and all kinds of bonds
Of blood, flesh and hearts
Who chained the humans Sir?
With lands, kingdoms and scepters
Wants, wants, everlasting wants
Of greed, anger and power
Who can break the chains Sir?
You, the man, man and man!
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Turbulence ties
Ties strong
In strategy
Though vibrancy
Difficult to measures.
Quibbling with words
Common and regular
Glaring contradiction
With global consensus
Ties turbulent.
Trust mistrust
Distrust ruled
In full swing
Roller coaster
Failed to move.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Marriage In God’s Eyes
A wife, by God, was given to me, bound together by God at the start,
In the union of Holy Matrimony, separated never, till death do we part.
In marriage, ordered by God above, brought together to become one,
Led by The Spirit and God’s Love; being held together by God’s Son.
A mate from God, for me to cleave; a partner from Him for all my life,
Placed by my side, never to leave, my dear friend indeed, is my wife.
A helper always to be by my side; in ups and downs, through all time.
A relationship never to be denied, for I am my wife’s and she is mine.
Marriage has been instituted for all, through The Creator’s own decree,
Decreed by God before man’s fall, as the means for building a family.
For the man shall leave his family, and a woman shall leave her home,
And then together the two shall be, through God a family of their own.
Marriage, was God’s first institution, for the caring of God’s very own,
As this was The Lord’s resolution, so man would not have to be alone.
Man and woman formally knit together, through a Decree of The Lord,
Bound as couple by God forever; one union that is not to be ignored.
In each marriage, that is bound by God, in each and every walk of life.
He shall lead you with staff and rod, when together you lean on Christ.
For as The Lord and our Creator, God knows just how lives can mesh,
And with Jesus as your sustainer, you’ll be certain to remain one flesh.
(Copyright ©11/2007)
The Ties That Bind
You been hurt and youre all cried out you say
You walk down the street pushin people outta your way
You packed your bags and all alone you wanna ride,
You dont want nothin, dont need no one by your side
Youre walkin tough baby, but youre walkin blind
(chorus)
The ties that bind
Now you cant break the ties that bind
Cheap romance, its all just a crutch
You dont want nothin that anybody can touch
Youre so afraid of being somebodys fool
Not walkin tough baby, not walkin cool
You walk cool, but darlin, can you walk the line
And face the ties that bind
The ties that bind
Now you cant break the ties that bind
I would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darlin,
Than know the emptiness your heart must hide,
Yes I would darlin, yes I would darlin,
Yes I would baby
You sit and wonder just whos gonna stop the rain
Wholl ease the sadness, whos gonna quiet the pain
Its a long dark highway and a thin white line
Connecting baby, your heart to mine
Were runnin now but darlin we will stand in time
To face the ties that bind
The ties that bind
Now you cant break the ties that bind
You cant forsake the ties that bind
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Heartfelt Eyes
The Heart Feels…
The thirst of these eyes
Feelings of the Heart
Flow in the silent cries
of these tearful eyes.
The Heart and these Eyes
Bond well with their sighs
and cries, as if they share
'made for each other' ties.
As the heart lives on
Till the day it dies,
Bidding these eyes
Its Final Goodbyes…
It will always share
This Special Bonding
With its Heartfelt Eyes.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Tower Erupted
A tower erupts suddenly, it is volcano.
Severing ties with kin and soldier,
Breaking the bonds of slavery with civilisation.
The towers are full of people, the artless;
Yet the listening acts are made
For the emancipation of those same people.
Those with love are also in fondness, audacity,
Happening right, events are stations of the soul.
When the tower erupted we found treasures
Of sensible life, the tower was in flames.
Authority is a book of the best ostrich,
The weird yourself, never in sensible life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ties
Ties that bind us.
Survive any storm.
Keep us warm
Through winter years.
And icicle tears
Will melt.
When we remember
How we have felt.
Ties that bind us
Ride on any tune.
Lighting stars to the moon.
In that fiery carriage
Of dreams.
Evil schemes
All blown away
When the wind
Whistles our melody sweet.
Shooting stars
Above a lonely street.
The ties that bind us.
Tapestry of the heart.
Woven
Before our souls could part.
Hands that touch
In silent muse.
And rhymes that echo
To defuse
The pain
Of twilight goodbyes.
You see,
You and I
Forever
Will have ties.
That bind us,
Remind us
Of love so new.
Under moonstone skies
Where white dove flew.
poem by Kevin East
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Lust Love and Infatuation
Just as any teen
on relationship matters I was so keen
flip-flopping the pages
there I was
Time to build my vocabulary,
I realized.
Bonds! people form bonds?
not the bonds of chemistry,
stronger than these it sounds
It last for years
if not lifetime
no other reaction can break it.
The aftermath of infatuation
(going by the dictionary,)
to Love its contrary
the hunky-parky is hell
Its more than a piercing blade.
The (pre-pain) is wonderful
Not my spherical dictionary
no the little figures can explain
superb, perfect, splendid, ...
Am sorry I cannot put it well.
It calls it infatuation
If you like it say lust
not enough? then use 'love'.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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