Message Of Messiah Still Cures
rejecting mind visions not
rejecting artistic aspirations not
embracing possessions not
coveting admiration not
coveting the lime light not
coveting idol worship not
mine heart aspires
to ephemeral gratification not
to riches of capitalism not
divine music still lures
message of Messiah still cures
climbing stairway to heaven
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mine Heart Aspires
mine heart aspires
to soar like an eagle
but it is hard to soar
like an eagle
when you walk
with a turkey
rejecting mind visions
join birds of heaven
climb stairway to heaven
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
The pleasures we enjoy are lost by coveting more.
The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by coveting more.
It is better to start weaving your fishing nets than merely coveting fish at the water.
The general who advances without coveting fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do good service for his sovereign, is the jewel of the kingdom.
Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wolves Hunger Adversity
Wolf with dripping fangs
sits upon its hunches;
waiting still watches
hits upon crunches;
fat adversity backs
embryo lust internal;
scream greed coveting
dimensions darkness;
blessings dissipating.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,--
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--
An Indiaman--an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Wolves Hunger
Wolf with dripping fangs
sits upon its hunches;
waiting still watches
hits upon crunches;
fat fleece farmers
embryo internal scream;
coveting fat succulent lambs
devoured in dimensions darkness;
fat choice profits dissipating.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Less Asylum
This fake city
encounters
a thundering
moment; I go down
coveting a mating
call from an explosion
of hallowed
questions, with no answers.
Stones were after all
stones, not gems of knowledge.
How can you make a
universal elixir figuratively
out of garbage of
human tongues?
poem by Satish Verma
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The Tenth Poem
Thou shalt not covet
thy neighbor's poem;
neither shalt thou desire...
his metaphors,
nor his similes,
nor his oxymorons,
nor his ironies
his metalepsis
his paradoxes
his anthimeria
his litotes,
ellipses,
zeugma,
anapodoton,
epizeuxis,
anaphora,
pleonasm
nor anything
that is his.
etcetera etcetera
The tenth poem
forbids
coveting the poems
of another.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Nuturing
Nestl'd in curve as crescent moons
against each other....reverberating,
the youngest of her flock, coveting,
jockeying for vantage, favour...for,
anticipated warmth....sore fruition
for the suckled breast, moist, hard,
achieving equal measure.... pooled-
within her swelled, pacifying glands,
thus, to ration, nourish, propritiate,
allaying her brusque wet hatchlings,
her assurance they be well settled in
for nights soft-sleep by moon-watch.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Leave me never, leave me now.
Leave me never, leave me now.
Leave me never, leave me now
Leave the sweat upon my brow
Leave the why's, the where and how
to help the helpless grieve.
Leave behind the broken vow,
however, though, ... just leave.
Leave me not, in true temptation,
coveting this single nation
Bringing calm to consternation
while the embers build,
beneath the mask of indignation?
Consciences are killed
And while we wait, we cast the net
o'er waters which have not run yet
but hide in summer's silhouette,
as time tries to perceive.
Eternity repays its debt
so soon, we all must leave.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Reconciling All The World
He had come in the fullness of time, the little baby pure and sublime,
Sent to this earth by The Father’s will, to be born in the land of Israel,
He was the promised Anointed One, God’s one and only Eternal Son,
And before this baby even came, Joseph was given the child’s name,
Mary’s child, Spirit conceived within, would save His people from sin.
So that child was named Jesus, and Immanuel, meaning God with us.
Generations will call Mary blessed; as He was the Son of the Highest,
Spoken by the prophets of old, this child, nations would now behold,
A prophet was sent to Israel to tell, God will be with them in Immanuel,
That message today, is better for us, when we believe in Christ Jesus.
Not only does He forgive us of our sin, but, Christ will also live within,
God with all believers, will reside, through Christ’s Spirit, living inside,
In the heart of mortal men of dust, when in The Lord, we put our trust,
Sealed by His Spirit when we believe, then Eternal Life we will receive,
As God makes us eternally whole, inside the heart of a believing soul.
Christ came not just for one nation, but to be all the world’s salvation,
First to Israel, Christ Jesus was sent, with John’s message, to repent,
But, his message was ignored, rejecting Jesus, as Messiah and Lord,
Now, reconciling all the world today, is The Christ, Israel turned away,
However, according to Zechariah, Israel shall accept Him as Messiah.
Then together we’ll believe as one, at the return of God’s Eternal Son.
When every single eye shall see, Believers reigning together eternally,
All the spiritual children of Abraham, blessed people from every land,
All coming together, in Jesus Christ, receiving from God, Eternal Life,
When this entire world is restored, under the Messiah, Christ our Lord.
(Copyright ©01/2010)
Love to sustain
When a woman says no to love,
She’s not rejecting you as a person
Her virtue might stand on her way.
When a woman says no to sex,
She’s not rejecting you as a person.
Her temperament might stand on her way.
In both cases, man’s patience
Would help her sustain her love for him
In both cases, man must fast
From intimacy o corporal contacts.
1010.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stairway To The Stars
Let's build a stairway to the stars
And climb that stairway to the stars
With Love beside us
To fill the night with a song
We'll hear the sound of violins
Out yonder where the blue begins
The moon will guide us
As we go drifting along.
Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy petal
Over the rim of the hills?
Can't we sail away on a little dream
Settle high on the crest of a thrill?
Let's build a stairway to the stars
A lovely lovely stairway to the stars
It would be heaven
To climb to heaven with you
Let's build a stairway to the stars
And climb that stairway to the stars
Yes we're climbing
Climbing to that stairway to the stars
Stars, stars, stars
The sound of violins
Way out yonder where the blue begins
The moon will guide us
As we go drift drift drifting along
Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy petal
Over the rim of the hills?
Can't we sail away on a little dream
Settle high on the crest of a thrill?
Keep building the stairway to the stars
A lovely stairway to the stars
It would be heaven
Heaven to climb with you.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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What I crave for!
My heart holds like a lake
Sometimes real sometimes fake
True dreams keep me awake
Hope helps me to be alive
Love nourishes my life.
Memories make me cry
All gone in vain the efforts and try
Once a lie made my life a hell
How painful the story is to tell!
Benevolence increases my grace
Coveting is eating my soul's flesh
Fear is my real foe
Tear is not the weakness though
It is from the heart rainbow
To look afresh the life that follow.
Unwanted weeds grow very fast
So in me the greed and lust
Which make my life an intolerable mess.
Peace of the mind is at a stress.
I let loose my dishonesty
False pride- falsehood- sycophancy
All these are true enemies of my personality.
All around me there is gloom
To sweep away the vices I need a broom
And for the virtues a folder to save
In my heart I always pray and crave
I want to remain honest till I go to the grave.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Pardah Nashin
HER life is a revolving dream
Of languid and sequestered ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like changing fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
From thieving light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a turbaned crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
But though no hand unsanctioned dares
Unveil the mysteries of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face . . .
Who shall prevent the subtle years,
Or shield a woman's eyes from tears?
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Listeners
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
Either the sounds
of the listeners' minds
rebound
from the boundlessness of space,
or the universe itself pounds
out a multivociferous chatter;
the sound of reaching out,
selecting
rejecting
and pain;
coming together
and falling apart again.
Every plant, every stone, every sun
has its tongue,
its subtle and interminable vibration.
Every whirling planet
and spinning electron
screams (or whispers) its history.
Reaching out
selecting
rejecting
coming together
falling apart again.
Pain.
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
The universal music thunders discordant tones
the unintended harmony
in its unintended composition;
the sound of creation
and of decomposition.
poem by Brian Taylor
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