Into Gods Favor?
Once on the verge of deepest black...
The very early morn 'tis nigh-
Yet hidden in the darkness deep...
Are all of their nefarious lies;
Cabals of the most decadent form...
Are spurned by the winds of change...
Lace slippers of the One In Charge...
Now lie in their shadows most strange;
Their footprints oft' belie...
The stealth of vagrants creep...
Warning to the innocents...! ! !
Once made victims while asleep;
For the Spirit of Our Loving God-
Shines a light most brillant bright-
And brings to view-all that 'tis new...! ! !
Into our now clear made sight;
For He gave us our ears to hear...! !
And our eyes to clearly see...! ! !
To protect us all from Villains Small...! ! !
Who conspire to taint and take most egregiously;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Stealth, Health and Wealth
Stealth, health and wealth, each a curious breed
Are not such strange bedfellows indeed.
Stealth, with its cunning and mysterious ways,
Escapes notice matter not the attention one pays.
With the suspicious this surreptitious wins in spite
Of all who strain for a glimpse of its sight.
Then there's health with its nefarious aim,
Favoring young and wealthy in its merciless game.
What justice is there as it forsakes the weak,
Choosing to stand by and laugh at the meek?
Or why does it change with no reason at all,
Ignoring vanquished victims imploring its call?
Now lastly take wealth, oh wealth so dear.
The worst irony of all may, indeed, lies here.
Many forfeit love and happiness for a chance
To tiptoe with this god in an all-too-short dance.
Then as stealth teams with wealth, it's time to pay
Costs of health escaping more notice every day.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form, form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessèd made,
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 43
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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Unknown Light
From out of the darkness came a living light
I knew not its size, it shone so bright
its warmth kissed and penetrated my skin
and gave me an overwhelming feeling within.
As the light came closer it began to change
into an unknown form that looked so strange.
Its light intensified so much I covered my eyes,
but I looked between my fingers and realised.
That the living light now had a definite outline,
but it kept changing to even that of mine.
It was much too bright to distinguish any features,
but I recognised past friends, family, and teachers.
Its warmth through my flesh filled me with words,
and my subconscious debated with some discord.
In seconds a feeling of happiness filled my entirety,
agreement was made, but it happened too fast for me.
A shudder swept through my body and mind
I somehow felt refreshed, renewed, and defined.
Once my life had no definite purpose or reason,
but now all is clear my direction is certain.
I don’t know who or what that living bright light was,
but it was definitely supernatural and mysterious.
And there’s no doubt about it, it shared its energy
the day it gave its precious light to me.
poem by Orlando Belo
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My Star Shines Bright
No matter how dark things seem around me, my star shines bright…
When there is only Darkness…and no light…
My star shines bright.
When I am out in the night…
My star shines bright.
When there is no sun, moon, or any other star in site.
My star…Shines bright.
Things in my life my not always be fair…
But I have my star and its Sparkling Glare
My Goal is clearly not in sight…
But I can find it, with my star that shines bright.
I can see the light
With my star that shines bright.
My star…
Turns the darkness of the night
Into the sparkling sight
Of the Glimmering Light! !
My star…
Shines bright…
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Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Or don’t say nothing at all! !
poem by Abdul Malik Habibalah Wajid Hunter
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I Am Made For You
I came a long way
From out of nowhere
I stand before you
All alone
Like a wolf's cry in the distance
I heard the calling
Of your soul
Oh...I hear you cryin'
CHORUS
With your love
Show me how to live
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
And I am made of you
We'll walk together
Though the fire
Though the darkness
To the sun
Like two raging rivers full of passion
At the ocean
We are one
Oh...I hear you cryin'
REPEAT CHORUS
I am made of you
You are made of me
And everything you are
Is what I'm meant to be
I am made of you
You are made of me
And everything I am
Is what you made of me
Oh...I hear you crying
Oh...Through the darkness
To the light
With your love
Show me how to live
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
With your heart
Show me what is true
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your soul
Walk my spirit through
You are made of me
And I am made of you
Oh...I hear you crying
Through the darkness
To the light...
song performed by by Ricky Martin from Ricky Martin
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To The Memory Of Mary Young
GOD has his plans, and what if we
With our sight be too blind to see
Their full fruition; cannot he,
Who made it, solve the mystery?
One whom we loved has fall'n asleep,
Not died; although her calm be deep,
Some new, unknown, and strange surprise
In Heaven holds enrapt her eyes.
And can you blame her that her gaze
Is turned away from earthly ways,
When to her eyes God's light and love
Have giv'n the view of things above?
A gentle spirit sweetly good,
The pearl of precious womanhood;
Who heard the voice of duty clear,
And found her mission soon and near.
She loved all nature, flowers fair,
The warmth of sun, the kiss of air,
The birds that filled the sky with song,
The stream that laughed its way along.
Her home to her was shrine and throne,
But one love held her not alone;
She sought out poverty and grief,
Who touched her robe and found relief.
So sped she in her Master's work,
Too busy and too brave to shirk,
When through the silence, dusk and dim,
God called her and she fled to him.
We wonder at the early call,
And tears of sorrow can but fall
For her o'er whom we spread the pall;
But faith, sweet faith, is over all.
The house is dust, the voice is dumb,
But through undying years to come,
The spark that glowed within her soul
Shall light our footsteps to the goal.
She went her way; but oh, she trod
The path that led her straight to God.
Such lives as this put death to scorn;
They lose our day to find God's morn.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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I Am Made Of You
I came a long way
From out of nowhere
I stand before you
All alone
Like a wolfs cry in the distance
I heard the calling
Of your soul
Oh...i hear you cryin
Chorus
With your love
Show me how to live
cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
And I am made of you
Well walk together
Though the fire
Though the darkness
To the sun
Like two raging rivers full of passion
At the ocean
We are one
Oh...i hear you cryin
Repeat chorus
I am made of you
You are made of me
And everything you are
Is what Im meant to be
I am made of you
You are made of me
And everything I am
Is what you made of me
Oh...i hear you crying
Oh...through the darkness
To the light
With your love
Show me how to live
cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
With your heart
Show me what is true
cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your soul
Walk my spirit through
You are made of me
And I am made of you
Oh...i hear you crying
Through the darkness
To the light...
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Love's Light: The Philosopher at the Window
The eyes, it's said, are windows of the soul;
and when I see your eyes so sparkling bright,
I see there beauty, truth and goodness; all
as one; the radiance of an inner light.
But I who, standing, gaze though windows here:
what does my own soul see by its own light?
Is what is seen, seen through dark glass, or clear?
Is others' radiance that of my own sight?
Strange fact: the outward play's less bright, less clear
than what I see to shine in others' eyes;
there seems less love in me, from me; less dear
the loving, than the love I see and prize!
These windows teach clear lessons to my soul:
first see my own self's light, to see the whole.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Two Shadows
Moral codes under black lace
Permeate the sensuous epidermis
We touch in sanctuary
We meet inside the dim lit cathedral
Past the sinew
Past the circus
There are symbols on your walls
Conversion is not dogmatic
Love walks these stone alleys
Narrow streets where artists paint
Romance is a blue sea within
Romance is dangerous like a city
You see my dark corridors
You see my sharp edges
I am the defiled, the hopeful
Please see my warm fire
Your eyes are my candles
Self-portraits are incognito
We reveal one another
The moon shines through stained glass
Darkness is a weak excuse
Your smile is from Eden
Your black cloak just a disguise
Tenderness hidden deep inside
I am the man who needs you
We are the port coming in view
We are the stars shining in the night
The lions are still-hunting
The world is at war
Time is doomed to entropy
Love seems to be inexplicable
Maybe we can hear one another
We leave the cathedral like two shadows
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The night runs in fear of the dreamer
The night runs in fear of the dreamer
The night runs in fear of the dreamer
As for he there is no night.
For even though there is darkness in abundance
He only need close his eyes to see there is light.
God deems all darkness be made light!
Such is why ebony skies are singularly bright
Brightly, dotted; with orbs so bright.
For the dreamers hope, is a candle wick?
That stretches from here to eternity…
All he but do is ignite its vaporous spirit.
And, be guided by its flickering fight…
For he that adjourns in his own shadow
Will have nowhere to go, when he spurns
What the daylight; can no longer anymore follow.
God made a scented garden and gave all men
Their seven senses to follow in this his trail.
So that even if one or more senses be lost
The spirit of the lamb would still be
Guided by gods external; light within.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Chasing Shadows
Safe in the shadows
Deep in the night
I know youre near
But youre nowhere in sight
Safe from the darkness
Down in the streets
I hear your footsteps
I hear your heartbeat
Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
On the street corner
Away from the light
I know youre near
But youre nowhere in sight
Over my shoulder
I feel youre near
I feel you moving
But you never appear
Chasing shadows
Chasing something I cant see
Chasing shadows
Will I ever be free
Chasing shadows
Into the darkness from the light
Chasing shadows
Im just a victim of the night
The night
Cloaked in darkness
You play at your game
I hear you breathing
Call out your name
Closer, closer, I feel you so near
Youre just a shadow
But you never appear
Chasing shadows
Chasing something I cant see
Chasing shadows
Will I ever be free
Chasing shadows
Into the darkness from the light
Chasing shadows
Another victim of the night
The night
Shadows in the night
Safe from the darkness
Deep in the night
I know youre here
Youre nowhere in sight
Over my shoulder
I know you are near
I feel you moving
Will you ever appear
Im chasing something I cant see
Will I ever be free
Shadows in the night
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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My Morning
the house is surrounded by trees
and birds sleep there
some of those who do not have fears
made their nests
and this early morning i hear them sing
chirp if you may call it
but there is this feeling that nature is there
in the songs of birds
and the hush of the wind and the coming
bright rays of the sun
my dog is beside me
still asleep as i begin my prayers and rituals
for the day
behind the black shadows of the trees
the gray horizon starts
to brighten and now the mountains begin to
appear in view
their peaks touching the skies
as the clouds hang and float and drift....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Night Closes
Darkness crept in from later day-
And began its descent with colours of dusk 'round...
Lavender to mauve blushed into much darker hues-
Befoe the ink black extinguished the day and its sound;
As life pulsed within and without its full circle...
Solitude of tranquility made itself known-
Known to strangers of the long cold night...
Just outside the wooded forest-a refuge of stone;
For there are shadows of the tempest tossed-
All borne and bred in fables now told...
Hidden 'neath the cuff of deepest night splintered-
Solitary in the darkness of bitter cold;
Alone in the abyss of daylights once clear view-
Huddled in the twilights last gleaming...
Western horizon brush stroked into final dusks passion-
While in my bed-i slumber on-sweet dreaming;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Borne By The Wind
what if i made you a pair of shoes,
from the soles of these tired feet?
and gave you a lantern,
lit by the fire in these eyes...
would you walk naked in the darkness
down the path past the creek,
to the small clearing where stillness waits?
would you sit neath the tree,
bent with time like me?
would you eat from the bowl,
made of the hollow of my heart?
would you close your eyes and listen,
with the ears of my soul?
till you hear the name that god whispers,
borne by the wind of this love....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Flick The Switch
Will you flick the switch and turn on the light,
dusk is here bringing in the night.
Without light I'm really struggling to see,
and being half blind isn't helping me.
How can you be without light in the room,
you're sitting in shadows cast by the moon?
Is it because the darkness brings you peace
and without the light your stresses cease?
You don't seem to look in the mirror nowadays,
is this because you're hiding from your age,
or is there something worse that's troubling you,
something I should know, that's long overdue.
I know I don't see you very often in the day,
because you have to spend time away.
Once in a while it would be nice to see you smile,
so come out of the shadows for a little while.
Or is there something you don't want me to see,
with my eyes you could hide the world from me?
There, that's much better the light's on for a change,
why can't I see you, this is uncomfortably strange?
poem by Orlando Belo
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Pedophiles
Like vampires stealing children,
Slavers slip through the dark shadows of the night
Hunting for the innocents
Before the dawning of another days’ light
It’s a business for them
Their lust for money keeps them up so late
Luring innocent victims,
Uncaring, knowing neither love nor hate
Seeking innocent children
Those who cannot see behind their smiles
Who’re surreptitiously taken
To be sold to wealthy pedophiles
Their victims are children
With no means to protect their health
Taken by evil men,
Who’re concerned only for their wealth
They’re only businessmen,
Going forth to make their dirty millions
Minimal investment
Brings them into a trade worth billions
poem by Karl Stuart Kline
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A Story
He loved her and he was untrue—
Untrue he was, let loved her still;
For out of nether darkness drew
The winds that lashed his wandering will.
She lived in joy all unaware,
In pain and joy his children bore,
While hidden spectres of despair
Drove him to love her more and more.
And when she knew the truth at last,
Suddenly she grew still and strange.
Her rag of haggard youth was cast
Upon the evil winds of change.
She heard, and could not understand;
She paled, and could not bloom again.
So bland death took her by the hand,
Looked in her eyes and made all plain,
Yes, wise death taught her all, and so,
Smiling once more, she kissed and passed.
And he, caught in life's overthrow,
Faced love and death alone at last.
At last, made strong by love and death,
He gave her truth for truth, and knew
Now she had won his perfect faith.
Dying, she doomed him to be true.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Light
Brings hopes in the life, light
Travels with a greater might, light
Gives vision to many eyes, light
A colorful horizon on eastside, light
Seems coming form the heights, light
Over comes evils of the night, light
To the darkness it always strikes, light
Faster than any flight, light
For many beings it is a diet, light
Thunder seems snatching sight, light
Rainbow is at wide, light
Spreads everywhere at sunrise, light
Over sky all white, light
Gives impact always bright, light
Shows path, put on right, light
If one thinks it is a life, light
poem by Zaibar Zee
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Dark the shadows haunt the night
If I began to cry
The tears would never end
If I lowered my guard
Then how could I defend?
From every side the walls close in
And there is no place that you could stand
That would hide you from this world
And all that it demands
Whoever said that life was fair
Has not lived long enough
When the path takes you along the edge
You'll see them fall off the bluff
But the problem is
If your guard is high
You will wither away
And begin to die
How could something so small
Cast such a shadow on the land?
How was it that it stood so tall
Yet it was just a grain of sand?
I made my way through this world
With the Sun forever at my back
And the shadows went before me
And the shadow it was black
One grain of sand in my eye
Tormented me for many years
And I could never hope to fly
For I was blinded by my fears
Then Jesus came and turned me round
To face the rising Sun
His light it shone upon my face
And my journey had begun
When you walk into the Son
The shadows fall behind
The Sun removes the grain of sand
Now you're no longer blind
Who is your grain of sand my child
That made you stumble, made you fall?
In the light of Christ perhaps you'll find
That persons not so very tall
Dark the shadows haunt the night
That cause you to run and hide
Look to the Son that shines so bright
And He will shine that light inside
O to be filled with the light of Christ
And see the shadows disappear
To lift my eyes to heavens heights
And finally to shed a tear
poem by Frank McEleny
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