Fragments - Lines 1327 - 1334
My boy, as long as your cheeks and chin are smooth, I shall never
Cease to praise you, not even if I am fated to die.
For you, the giver, it is still honorable, and for me as lover it is not shameful
To ask. But I beseech you, in the name of my parents:
Show me respect, my boy, and grant me favor. If in time to come,
Craving in your turn the gift of the violet-crowned
Cyprian, you shall approach another, then may the gods
Grant that you meet with just such words as I hear now.
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Grant Us Peace, Father of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael
Grant us peace,
that we may not oppress our neighbors
Grant us justice,
that we may not enslave our neighbors
Grant us sanity,
that we may not torture our neighbors
Grant us mercy,
that we may not murder our neighbors
Grant us conscience
that we may not expel our neighbors
Grant us love,
that we may hunger for truth
Grant us discernment
that we may know what is ours, and what is not
Grant us decency
that we may return what we stole
Grant us courage
that we may admit what we’ve done
Give us strength to atone.
Ask only
that we end our silence.
My Darling
I am beyond the reach of my darling but,
My darling will hear my call always;
Because, the Kings are in the place of the gods!
Be wise enough not to touch the cup,
Hear the tolling of the bells and see to your lover;
For she could be seen in any moment from now.
I am beyond the reach of my lover but,
My lover knows my signals;
I am beyond the reach of my lover but,
We have a way of communicating.
In every useful toil and the art of love,
Let her love in the icy of the night be blessed;
But of wealth's wasteful tricks i will not learn.
The Kings answer to gods but not men,
Like a prophet found drunk than his words;
For when my darling comes,
I will kiss her cheeks all night long.
When i do meet her,
I will kiss her lips of love;
For her food of love is quite enough for me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Petition
To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
Spice of the roses let the summer own.
Grant me this favor, Muse--all else withhold--
That I may not write verse when I am old.
And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!
Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;
And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,
I beg you very gently break the news.
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God be praised for his gracious long suffering towards me in sparing my life so long. Grant, gracious God, that I may make a good use of the time that thou mayest be pleased yet to grant me for repentance.
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Be bold; I’m here
Come, grant me yourself and forget.
Let it be a one time affair.
How long will your lips be cold?
They must be crushed for its warmth.
Enough that your breasts are sleeping.
They must wake up and warm up.
Your base must turn a volcano
And the body be wet with sweats.
Eyes closed, let the body boil.
Who can rekindle your spirit
Other than a paramour like me?
Come, grant me yourself and forget.
You will get what you are missing
And I’ll keep it as a secret.
10.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Prayer For Money Management
• Bless me with wisdom, knowledge, and understanding on how to
spend and manage my money, in the name of Jesus.
• Enrich me forever and bless me, my Lord God, in the name of
Jesus.
• Give me the knowledge to know where my money is going, in the
name of Jesus.
• Grant me the power and a sound mind to save money accordingly,
in the name of Jesus.
• Grant me the wisdom to make profit. Grant me the grace and ability
to make good investments, in the name of Jesus.
• My Father and my God, You love a cheerful giver; make me one, in
the name of Jesus.
• Grant me that grace and knowledge to make a budget plan, in the
name of Jesus.
• Grant me the grace to set money aside for my children’s education,
in the name of Jesus.
• Make me a wise spender by cutting down on my expenses. Remind
me that I do not need everything, in the name of Jesus.
• Teach me how to plan ahead of time, and give me the grace to buy
sensibly, in the name of Jesus.
• Give me the grace to set funds aside for emergencies, in the name of
Jesus.
• Make me reduce my wants, O Lord, and help me spend money on
things of God, in the name of Jesus.
106 ENOCH O. AKANJI
• Bless me with wisdom to set money aside for retirement, in the name
of Jesus.
• Make a way for me out of no way and cause me not to lack any good
thing, in the name of Jesus.
• Enable me to make a long-term investment, in the name of Jesus.
• Above all, bless me to be financially independent as soon as possible,
in the name of Jesus.
poem by Enoch O. Akanji
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Translated Out Of Gazaeus,
GOD grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine,
Thou who dost, best friend, in best things outshine ;
May thy soul, ever cheerful, ne'er know cares,
Nor thy life, ever lively, know grey hairs,
Nor thy hand, ever open, know base holds,
Nor thy purse, ever plump, know pleats, or folds,
Nor thy tongue, ever true, know a false thing,
Nor thy words, ever mild, know quarrelling,
Nor thy works, ever equal, know disguise,
Nor thy fame, ever pure, know contumelies,
Nor thy prayers know low objects, still divine ;
God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine.
poem by John Donne
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Countless deaths
Free to feel and easy to live
O, god in your land and believe
That you are only one and alone
Let our mistakes and past be bye gone
We would love to suffer
Prayers and peace may always offer
Take us to safety and grant peace
Small land if you can give us please
It was with us and belonged
Our forefathers struggled and longed
Some documents faked and forged
We are driven away and refused
Can it be not the same again?
At what cost may be the gain?
Our children bath with blood
Shortage of everything even with food
We ask only freedom
That has been denied seldom
What can be way out with wisdom?
How many more graveyards may come up as doms?
"Here lay our future generation"
They never knew what can be sacred relationship
They suffered onslaught and lay dead
We may look at them and read
Holy wars are fought on countless deaths
There may be left no space for laying wreath
Yet that has to be attained with supreme sacrifice
Land may ask fulfillment of promise
Grant us O. lord your blessings and mercy
We can only pray you almighty
You are sole observer of the play
Show us the reasonable and honorable way
We may owe and remain indebted
Even though our course now is ill fated
Our sacrifice can't be equated
As it is blood soaked and down rated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Alone, Without Her Touch!
Lord, grant me the strength to become, through my pain,
One who may show all his best, in the face of other's worst!
Allow me to find my heart's keeper once again,
Allay for her, all her fears, from which, she is cursed!
My prayer to Thee, at all times I am able-my love's return-
The call I place out to my family-allow them please, to hear!
I have tried in living my life, righteous and sincere,
To have You protect and guide me, a gift I hope I have earned!
Alone here I sit, ne'er though am I lonely,
I have love inside my heart-only
I am not privy to my precious bequeath:
For this to come to me, more the soon-I do beseech!
For all other things in life mean not very much!
Man is lonely without his love-alone, without her touch!
Maurice Harris,18 March 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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A Sunday Prayer 07
Dear Lord there is so many questions
that plague our mind each day.
We hear of wars fought constantly,
each side declare God is with them.
Oh Lord, how can this be?
Who is right and who is wrong?
Pray help me understand.
A blind man when told
he could have his sight returned.
He refused to have it back,
saying he did not want to see,
the deprivation of man to his fellow man.
Oh, Lord surely there has to be explanation.
I pray to you to help me understand.
If there is to be hope for the human race,
we must understand each person’s problems;
never turn our back to those in need.
So Lord I ask you today,
grant us with your eternal wisdom,
so that we may understand and help,
all of our fellow man,
through their indignation and sorrow
that so many face everyday.
Send your fateful lightning
to guide us on our way.
We need your wisdom and guidance
to help us each day through.
Oh Lord, as you hear this prayer,
grant it for us so we can show,
others the road to heaven and happiness,
And lead them into the safety of your open arms.
Oh Lord, grant us also the wisdom
of the answers to the questions
that constantly torment our mortal mind.
poem by David Harris
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Please Keep The Pain
please keep the pain
do not attempt to throw pain away
please be patient
do not scream do not tell the neighbors
do not shame pain by running wildly on the streets
screaming about your pain
please do not create a scandal for this
honorable family in pain
please keep the pain for a while and be honorable
there is decency in pain
keep this pain with a clean face on a smooth disposition
let your arms lay there
appease the pain
as though pain is a baby that you want to put to sleep
soon it will go
nothing is permanent in this world
nothing will last forever
the pain may not subside but soon it will have its right time
it decides to go by itself
there is no choice
we will have this pain too
our pains in silence
because we are honorable too
you will never know
we will never tell you we are decently in pain too
we are honorable
we do not make presumptions that we will survive
but we will
these pains that make us decent and honorable
our faces will not show these pains
we will not even tell
we just keep them without complaining
we are decent we are honorable
we are the survivors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cyprian, in my dream
Cyprian, in my dream
the folds of a purple
kerchief shadowed
your cheeks --- the one
Timas one time sent,
a timid gift, all
the way from Phocaea
Sappho
tr. Barnard
The Lost Treasure
Start anything you do with name of only God (Allah)
Our sustenance comes from God alone
Forget all the worries that encumber you
Trust in God and no one can hurt you
When you need help
Turn only to God
Always rely on God, the Merciful
Only God can turn a desert into a benign torrent
Even if your heart is burning with grief
Only God can grant you relief
You may suffer life's misfortune
But with a heart filled with faith
A dream of the prophet Muhammad(saw) with grant you peace
And if you are patient you earn God's pleasure
And he will wash away your sadness
Caught in the darkness of grief,
Turn to God and repent for your relief
If God wills you to visit his house(Mosque)
And you attain the honor of
praying next to the prophet Muhammad's(saw) grave.
Whom would you praise and give thanks to,
For all blessings, but God
Wed,17, March,2010
poem by Lateef Jan Afridi Ab.latif jan
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In the Hour of Trial
In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,
Lest by base denial I depart from Thee.
When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall,
Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall.
With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm,
Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance, cross-crowned Calvary.
Should Thy mercy send me sorrow, toil and woe,
Or should pain attend me on my path below,
Grant that I may never fail Thy hand to see;
Grant that I may ever cast my care on Thee.
When my last hour cometh, fraught with strife and pain,
When my dust returneth to the dust again,
On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife,
Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.
poem by James Montgomery
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The spirit of man has awakened and the soul of man has gone forth. Grant us the wisdom and the vision to comprehend the greatness of man's spirit, that suffers and endures so hugely for a goal beyond his own brief span. Grant us honor for our dead who died in the faith, honor for our living who work and strive for the faith, redemption and security for all captive lands and peoples. Grant us patience with the deluded and pity for the betrayed. And grant us the skill and valor that shall cleanse the world of oppression and the old base doctrine that the
strong must eat the weak because they are strong. Yet most of all grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years — a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds. We are all of us children of earth — grant us that simple knowledge. If our brothers are oppressed, then we are oppressed. If they hunger, we hunger. If their freedom is taken away, our freedom is not secure. Grant us a common faith that man shall know bread and peace — that he shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do his best, not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make. Amen.
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A notorious kids
“Put up brave front and go ahead”
“Provide good leadership and lead”
“Pick up fast from books you read”
”This is an advise and you must heed”
These are set words coming from the very good teacher
He may be occupying honorable status as good preacher
He may witness overall performance of students and teach
He may supervise and definitely prefer no breach
The children my make hell let loose
They have enough sense for the time to choose
They will find room to create noise
They will shout in class room with one voice
They will notice teacher’s absence
Ugly scene may also take place that was not possible in his presence
The teacher has to rush to tackle the issue
He may have to take stock of situation and review
They are all funniest of all and equipped for show
They may whistle slowly and secretly blow
Teacher may be distracted and focus elsewhere
They may laugh at everybody and stay calm there
They are good dramatists and stand one by one
They may concentrate on permission and listen to none
Some one may get up and show little finger
The teacher may have to grant out of anger
They will not stop at this and go little further
It may add to tension and teacher has to bother
Teacher may ask: ” are you feeling any hunger”
He may reply with pain and say” I can’t hold further”
If you don’t permit me, I will simply fall
It is troubling me a lot and is nature’s call
He may act further to show on his stomach
He may bend further as if suffering from ache
Teacher may think about next move of children
So many excuses may be in store waiting in turn
Some one may pretend to fall as if down with fever
Teacher may know it well but allow it however
such type of naughty gestures is to be tackled daily
It is still his noble task to make them feel happily
it is easier said than done but here it is different
Their innocence is reflected and liked by parents
So much joy is there and there is no room to complain
they may come with lots of reasons but all may go in vain
The teacher may not grant for whatever they may ask or come
They are still liked by all and always feel welcome
if we are not in position to deliver basic knowledge
they may fail to cover ground and score mileage
it has to be our Endeavour to prepare them for challenge or worst
how will they prepare for tests and to compete for coming first?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Divine river water
The divine river water flows from heaven
The dreaded criminal becomes pure even
After taking dip in water with past guilt
A confessional approach with regret already built
"Admit guilt and confess" you will be pardoned
All your sins may be washed off and condoned
It makes your path little smooth and less troublesome
You were so far burdened with and feeling worrisome
Almighty has big heart and always remain graceful
You just cry over his feet and feel remorseful
He will surely let you grant enough of time to recover
From your old past to new start with blessings all over
It is not simple to forget the black past
Those memories may remain painful and never last
It may follow you till the death time
With all sort of heaviness in mind sometimes
I have seen people crying with lots of grief
Their illness might have remained very brief
Yet they feel burdened with heavy load
No smooth words may seem to be taking them on road
They are restless and want to hear some verses
Some good words to give them peace from curse
They have done lot more to harass other people
Now is their turn to face ire from almighty with trouble
True soul may never resent unintentional guilt
As he has taken precaution to admit and built
He has already shed tears in presence of almighty
With full of remorse and expressing heartily sorry
Remember him not at the nick of the time
Pray sincerely when it has come to your notice any time
That shall give you some room to monovour and confess
You can go back to memory and can make clear trace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A woman needs...
What woman really does need in life?
Merely to stay in house as wife
Carry out normal activities throughout
Should know nothing what the life all about!
Suffer throughout the life with uncertainty
Voice muffled and no respect for purity
Used as object and authorized medium for nudity
Abused and shamed on the count of plurality
You can’t have any say or particular choice
Complete observance of silence with no noise
Do they have no right to surge ahead and poise?
Can any one clear their role and help to rise?
Right from the beginning she has all the restrictions to face
She is not encouraged to have active participation in any race
She may be adored in the people’s eyes but is that sufficient?
Is it not the simple excuse or termed it as proper and convenient?
We call our selves as civilized society and belong to liberal land
Still molestation, rape, murder and so on with conniving hands
No honorable treatment or public out cry against atrocity?
For name sake some good work just to show it as publicity
What does she expect from her lover at the first?
Is that simple gesture to accept her in good trust?
Should that remain as mere spoken words with no surety?
It is must and accepted as norms of civilized society
Women needs to be raised to an honorable status
There is nothing like addition or deletion with plus or minus
They have to be there by virtue of their being in whole set up
There should be no other option or any let up
They need reassurance with full commitment
There has to be full fledged action and no comments
It has to be our endeavor to grant them what they fully deserve
Think of a world and its condition if women properly not serve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One That Was Not Sought
A gift is given...
Without an ego displayed,
By the giver attached.
The receiver of the gift...
Believing there to be more,
To this giving...
Than something as simple,
As that!
And...
The gift given is given back.
With sarcastic remarks...
And other unnecessary verbal attacks.
The giver of the gift,
Although offended by this...
Keeps a head straight on shoulders.
And makes only forward steps.
With a lesson learned...
And not a temper to display,
The gift giver never shows a disappointment.
Or has a thing to say.
Knowing that a wisdom,
Came as a surprise lesson taught.
From a teacher in disguise.
And from one that was not sought.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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