When An Accounting Is Demanded?
who will weigh individual hearts
measure purity of each sacred soul
when an accounting is demanded?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As I Am A Man
as i am a man
measure me not with that
divine stick
i do not wish
to be more than God
nor do i intend to be
lower than
that beast.
measure me
with the love that i can give you
the sorrows i have
the pains i have endured
the successes that i have
hidden from your eyes
measure me with the purity
of my intentions
the care with which i do my
actions
do not measure me
with your expectations
let me stand strong
on the pavement of
your cares.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weigh
Id like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six, pounds, seven pounds
Id like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the
Little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Id like to gather all your friends and squish them all into a small
Swimming pool so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-igh-hey?
Why weigh, why weigh?
Id like to hear my options, so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do, so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-gh-hey?
Why
Oh why[x11]
Why weigh?
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The Measure Of Men
what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
I don't think so
is it how wealthy one is
not even close
or is it how much power one possesses over another
not impressive
can a measure of a man be measured with a yardstick
well it can but that park doesn't show he's a man
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting him
can be measured with a ruler
the tolerance of a man for another man attacking his country
can be measured with a grain of salt
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting the one's he loves
now that can only be measured within a whisper
you can only measure a individual man or woman
with how big their heart is and
what qualities lie within that heart
such as dignity for what he works for
such as a stable household for his famly
compassion for people in need
the understanding of what's right and what's wrong
the pride of not what he has done but what
his wife and child has done
the sweat
the blood
and the tears he spars
to keep his marriage from falling apart
once you find a way to measure those things then
and only then will you be able to say
that is
because that is certainly
the real measure of all men
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Sacred Individuality
life code words
individual identities
are sacred
individuals
thoughts
are sacred
when embarked
upon life
purpose sacred
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Do You Measure Up?
If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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History uses a unit of measure for time that is different from that of the lifespan of the individual, whereas man is only too ready to measure the evolution of history by his own yardstick.
quote by Gustav Stresemann
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My Eyes Open Into All Citadels
born into soft cradle songs
hymn human heart speech
across millennia passings
my eyes open into all citadels
world faiths winged prayers
heavenward cultures aspirings
purity worships in pristine beauty smiles
radiant as each breath divinity shines
in eyes sparkle love peace God happiness
all beauty all arts all sculptures
dedicated by prayer worship hearts
singing their soul divinity praises
all sung in love purity creator offerings
all is heavenly music cascading rhythms
all is harmony glorious angelic melodies
these lines words sing to me in crystal rhythms
times past so clearly felt benediction worships
eyes shine in joy love as God souls embraces
all praise God with nobility of their services
all love God across landscapes ethnic diversities
all praise God with sincerity hearts devotions
'Dotted with holy shrines, churches, mosques
Built in antique styles fitting home for mystics
Varied cultures, unique rituals and festal airs'
all praise God with singing love life heart offerings
souls great repositories of virtues vices dreams ideals
soaking up life truths serene silence purity seekings
I love the diversity of all these sincere people
pouring out their love, their worship to God;
these beloved souls share God love one people
in heaven everywhere voices sing songs are sung
by each individual in love and praise of God;
different genders, voices, songs, but all sparkling
with their individual love praise worship of God;
I also want to sing only of love not differences
a great sea of love washes souls into presence God
Inspired by and quotation from the poem ‘MY MOTHERLAND’ by Rekha Sathya.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Measure Of Love sung to From Russia With Love
The measure of love, in truth, is this:
To treasure each sigh, close by, then kiss!
I've revelled each girl I yearn,
Just to discern
The measure of love!
Soft embraces, gazes...
In search for one true friend...
Let go... then watching love grow...
Then lips pressed tight, just right,
As if our two hearts said, 'Hello! '
Love prays this is so...
The measure is true in gentlemen...
Right out of the blue! So who knows when?
It's meant to astound you, too...
So you can view
The measure of love!
poem by Denis Martindale
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To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
State Of Our Souls
The state of my soul
is my problem
the state of your soul
is your problem
why judge in states
of isolated imperfection
the states of our souls
are individual journeys
life holds your challenge lessons
to teach your imperfect soul
life holds my demanding lessons
to teach philosophical lessons universal
imperfection is price of entrance
into this world of testing sorrows
imperfection is imbalance of disharmony
allowing hardships to teach lessons
no soul can learn refining lessons
in a garden of happiness
no soul can endure perfect creation
until emotive dross is burned purity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Special Love
To still be in hearts is sacred,
Towards the love is a barrier from existence
That needs to break and let love pass
For hearts gain sacred feelings of love.
The heart resides in the mouth of the owner,
For it sings and weeps like nothing on this Earth.
The blood of its making is sadder when studied,
When studied, the student will discover.
To be sacred and loving is always a kindness,
The heart leaps in fits and words
To praise the lovers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
quote by George Eliot
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No doubt, man will continue to weigh and to measure, watch himself grow, and his Universe around him and with him, according to the ever growing powers of his tools.
quote by Albert Claude
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Geronimo
Studio 1!
I'm here with my friend called Geronimo;
But to see eye to eye is what you demanded,
And like the new wine which is now found in the cluster.
Up to the hills of love,
I will measure your mind when we do meet;
But show me what you can do and what you deserve,
And then i will know what you are made of.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Holy Water
No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.
The holy water, I need it upon my eyes: it is you, dear, you – each form.
What mother would lose her infant – and we are that to God,
never lost from His gaze are we? Every cry of the heart
is attended by light’s own arms.
You cannot wander anywhere that will not aid you.
Anything you can touch – God brought it into
the classroom of your mind.
Differences exist, but not in the city of love.
Thus my vows and yours, I know they are the same.
I have just peeled the skin from the potato
and you are still contemplating its worth,
sweetheart; indeed there are wonderful nutrients in all,
for God made everything.
You joined our community at birth.
With your Father being who He is, what do the
world’s scales know of your precious value.
The priest and the prostitute – they weigh the same before the Son’s
immaculate being,
but who can bear that truth and freedom,
so a wise man adulterated the
scriptures;
every wise man knows this.
My soul’s face has revealed its beauty to me;
why was it shy so long, didn’t it know how this made me suffer
and weep?
A different game He plays with His close ones.
God tells us truths you would not believe,
for most everyone needs to limit His compassion; concepts of
right and wrong preserve the golden seed
until one of God’s friends comes along and tends your body
like a divine bride.
The Holy sent out a surveyor to find the limits of its compassion
and being.
God knows a divine frustration whenever He acts like that,
for the Infinite has
no walls.
Why not tease Him about this?
Why not accept the freedom of what it means
for our Lord to see us
as Himself.
So magnificently sovereign is our Lover; never say,
'On the other side of this river a different King rules.”
For how could that be true – for nothing can oppose Infinite strength.
No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.
The holy water my soul’s brow needs is unity.
Love opened my eye and I was cleansed
by the purity of each
form.
poem by Rabia al Basri
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Measurement
To measure time, to scale distance,
To weigh grains and to find value
Man found and bettered devices.
Rivalry came into focus..
06.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Phoebus And Hermes
DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one,
Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain.
Hermes the lyre demanded, the lyre was claim'd by Apollo,
Yet were the hearts of the foes fruitlessly nourish'd by hope.
For on a sudden Ares burst in, with fury decisive,
Dashing in twain the gold toy, brandishing wildly his sword.
Hermes, malicious one, laughed beyond measure; yet deep-seated sorrow
Seized upon Phoebus's heart, seized on the heart of each Muse.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Harmonious Soul
I remember a dark arm after a being of favours,
He was one who owned no common soul;
This food of pride kept the world revolving,
Against all enemies prepared.
In solitude a soul has been sustained,
Then the soul would gaze for unfruitful life;
For so it thought, at a distant scene,
Of a young imagination in the sky.
Now, in this harmonious beginning
I complain with my soul so that I think
A rest is achieved and never demanded,
Over the mountains we echo the images of the soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Keep in mind that the true measure of an individual is how he treats a person who can do him absolutely no good.
quote by Ann Landers
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Vindicated
Vindicated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a feeling that is felt this is elated.
When you've been vindicated,
From those acts that can decay...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
When you've been accused,
By other people for things you did not do...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Tossing and turning and can't sleep,
By those deceivers planning defeat...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
When you've been depicted to be a fool,
By others who wish to undo you...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vindicated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a feeling that is felt this is elated.
When you've been vindicated,
From those acts that can decay...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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