To The Will Of God Submit
when we bow down worship
to the will of God submit
decide to walk in God's ways
raise our heads to the light
why be surprised cruel demons
snap at our journey heels
why be surprised Satan attacks
with snarl fury venom fangs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Wrath We Worship
Bow to the wrath that we worship
Submit to His vengeful grace
If you are not on His shoulders
The fury of hellfire, you'll face
Bow to the wrath that we worship
Give praise His angry love
Woe be to those who have questions
They will receive Hell from Above
Bow to the wrath that we worship
His plan is near to an end
With Revelations come death and destruction
And God is your only friend
poem by Scott Marek
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Defamatory
what you said
was too defamatory
you paid him money
to tell a lie
and he got the money
and told the lie
the lie becomes a snake
with sharp fangs
the fangs contained the venom
and now
it spits back at you
you may not be dead
but i know that you are numb
for more lies
you too has become the snake
that spits the venom
that has grown fangs
now so immune
you manufacture all the lies
in that snake pit
of yours
how can the gods explain
such existence as you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I knew we were going to marry someday, but I was absolutely surprised when he actually proposed. And surprised he had bought a ring. I ran around the yard screaming.
quote by Jennifer Garner
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When You Are Not Surprised
When you are not surprised, not surprised,
nor leap in imagination from sunlight into shadow
or from shadow into sunlight
suiting the color of fright or delight
to the bewildering circumstance
when you are no longer surprised
by the quiet or fury of daybreak
the stormy uprush of the sun’s rage
over the edges of torn trees
torrents of living and dying flung
upward and outward inward and downward to space
or else
peace peace peace peace
the wood-thrush speaking his holy holy
far hidden in the forest of the mind
while slowly
the limbs of light unwind
and the world’s surface dreams again of night
as the center dreams of light
when you are not surprised
by breath and breath and breath
the first unconscious morning breath
the tap of the bird’s beak on the pane
and do not cry out come again
blest blest that you are come again
o light o sound o voice of bird o light
and memory too o memory blest
and curst with the debts of yesterday
that would not stay, or stay
when you are not surprised
by death and death and death
death of the bee in the daffodil
death of color in the child’s cheek
on the young mother’s breast
death of sense of touch of sight
death of delight
and the inward death the inward turning night
when the heart hardens itself with hate and indifference
for hated self and beloved not-self
when you are not surprised
by wheel’s turn or turn of season
the winged and orbed chariot tilt of time
the halcyon pause, the blue caesura of spring
and solar rhyme
woven into the divinely remembered nest
by the dark-eyed love in the oriole’s breast
and the tides of space that ring the heart
while still, while still, the wave of the invisible world
breaks into consciousness in the mind of god
then welcome death and be by death benignly welcomed
and join again in the ceaseless know-nothing
from which you awoke to the first surprise.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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The Tragicomedy
I do not get surprised
if a dumb sings in the paradise.
My surprise is how these politicians
sing under the hot sun?
I do not get surprised
if a blind sees in the heaven.
My surprise is how these hypocrites
see the poor people before the elections?
Alas! they crawl to the slums
and give promises to the cripples
that they can walk in the sky.
They act as deafs after the victory.
But we are the blind fools
who have daydreams of a dazzlement.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Extreme Values
When I came down I saw him approaching,
Then the walk distinctly appeared like walking,
Talking and walking mastered themselves.
I was surprised by the extreme values he held,
Pulling everything together in his head,
Expressing joys and news of a single season.
I cut a piece of the idea extremely acceptable,
Once they pull in their heads everything together,
The real pushing of thoughts emerges like a strong light.
poem by Naveed Akram
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While Mayor Daley surprised me today with his decision to not run for reelection, I have never been surprised by his leadership, dedication and tireless work on behalf of the city and the people of Chicago.
quote by Rahm Emanuel
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Why Women Wear Heels?
Women wear heels, fashion dictate.
Women wear heels to imitate.
Women wear heels to feel great.
Women wear heels to look taller.
Women wear heels, feet look smaller.
Sky high heels to look sexy.
To walk on heels, one can't be lazy.
To walk on heels, a balancing act.
To walk on heels, risks the back.
Raging Sea
Sometimes the journey makes you weary
Feels like a long and winding road
Sometimes this life can lose it's meaning
But you might be surprised to find some hope
Maybe you're wondering where love is
You may feel it's far away from here
Maybe you're wondering where I am
You might be surprised to find I'm near
Chorus:
And when your life is tossed and turning
And your on the raging sea
I'll come and pull you from the water
Then you will know that you are free
So if you're stumbling through the valley
Or if you're tempted to give up the fight
Reach out your hand and I will lead you
I will be your strong arm in the night
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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It Is Rather Shocking To See
I am not surprised at all,
That today there seems to be...
A lack of comprehension centered,
Around one's identity with a dignity not flaunted.
I am not surprised at all,
To witness this kind of environment.
But it is rather shocking...
To see pitbulls walking their 'owners' on a leash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Equality Is Destiny Humanity?
we choose who
we worship
who we follow
in morality
in politics
in religion
in choices
self imposed
belief systems
we have freedom choice
to stand for purity light
for what is morally right
or to embrace
hedonism
self worship
dark soulless
demons
Satan’s spawn
decisions
which determine
an eternity
of light
or an eternity
of Satanic
exile damnation
will be resolved
beyond death
when judgement
sentences
both the righteous
and unrighteous
each to chosen
their own rewards
we reap what we sow
love compassion
conscience guide
those who
peace equality
would sow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.
quote by E.M. Forster
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People are always so surprised when they meet me. Firstly, that I'm 'so tiny', and secondly that I'm 'so sweet'. They seem surprised that they're not scared of me. The aggressive side of me comes across in my music, but I'm just a sweet girl.
I was surprised by how much I like being a father; surprised at what a decent father I am, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to dump my selfishness.
quote by Michael Zaslow
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Earth Hard
Earth hard to my heels
bear me up like a child
standing on its mother's belly.
I am a surprised guest to the air
poem by David Ignatow
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I Go Sailing
I took a worthless trip
Down lifes avenue
Just to try to find a way to smile again
While I was on my way
I met a wise man who said
That happiness you only find within
I learned my lesson then
So I go sailing
Through the rivers of my mind
I go sailing
Be surprised what you can find
I go sailing
Through the rivers of my mind
Take a chance on your mind
Be surprised what youll find
I took a friends advice
Who said go up and away
Take the magic of a mystery tour
But I felt so all alone
Though I could almost touch the stars
I started missing things I touched before
The tour was such a bore
So I go sailing
Through the rivers of my mind
I go sailing
Be surprised what you can find
I go sailing
Through the rivers of my mind
Take a chance on your mind
Be surprised what youll find
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Unbelievers (Chapter 109, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Say, O those who disbelieve
I don't worship that you worship
And you don't worship Him Whom I worship
And I won't worship that you worship
And you don't worship Him Whom I worship
Your religion is yours and our religion is ours to keep.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Not Surprised You Do Not Know Me
I am not surprised you do not know me.
For years our conversations have been about you.
Your likes and dislikes.
Your cravings and appetites.
Your opinions with judgements passed.
And your need to compete...
With my activities,
That affords you some kind of mental relief.
I am not surprised you do not know me.
Nor am I shocked to hear you say...
I do not understand,
A life lived your way!
You are right...
I don't.
And that is why you don't know me!
Nor do I have a need,
For you to begin that now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Secrets about myself
Sometimes I wonder if all my dreams will come true
Because I am sure that this is possible
I am always surprised about life
Like a little child who every day rises
And I hope that God will have opened up his light
Before the evil can hit my dreams.
I am counting upon my thoughts as I am thinking of you
Certainly I am prepared to die at any time
And really ready to live
And I expect nothing in life but the Truth.
I intend to open myself up to the world,
To breathe, and to win
I know indeed everything what I intend to do,
But stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury,
Fury that brings upon the greatest love.
I pretend that everything is wonderful.
And I pretend that
I'm not crying when tears are bleeding down my face.
And I prefer the absurdity of writing poems.
I am who I am
And nothing can change me.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Angels Masquerading
When one lives in a den of demons,
Why is there an expectation...
To hear angelic voices?
Or believe those limping from wounds,
Are preparing for marathon races.
Once a healing begins,
And the demons have been identified...
Why are there those who still lie to themselves,
That the ones baring their fangs,
And wearing sheepskin in disguise...
Are really angels masquerading their lives?
A den of demons...
IS,
A den of demons!
Whether visiting or observing.
Or condoning it...
As a place to call home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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