Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal
TO public notice, with reluctance strong,
Did I deliver this unfinished Song;
Yet for one happy issue;--and I look
With self-congratulation on the Book
Which pious, learned, MURFITT saw and read;--
Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed;
He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heart--
Foreboding not how soon he must depart;
Unweeting that to him the joy was given
Which good men take with them from earth to heaven.
poem by William Wordsworth
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poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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Before Departing
Regarding the One, who died for sin, don’t plan to leave without Him,
Don’t you dare leave this earth, unless you’ve experienced New Birth,
Man’s Spiritual Birth, in God’s Son, The Lamb who died for everyone,
The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who died so we can have new life.
All men are born on earth naturally, but, shall end their lives spiritually,
And all must become Born Again, as God’s mandate to reach Heaven,
This is The Lord’s only doable plan, for every mortal woman and man,
To reach from this earth immortality, then move into Heaven, eternally.
The Lord does not change, so we must, to avoid returning to the dust,
At the moment of our last breath, consigned to Hell and eternal death,
This change that God’s speaking of, is a glorious change from above,
A change God can make in all of us, through the Spirit of Christ Jesus.
Most will choose Heaven, not Hell, the choice believed sound and well,
But based on merit of their own, while dismissing belief in Christ alone,
As hearts may not be at the place, to understand God’s work of Grace,
Fact, that no one’s good, no not one, and our trust must be in His Son.
In Christ alone we find our Salvation, man’s Redeemer for every nation,
Our salvation alone is in the Name, Christ Jesus, who all men proclaim,
The Savior Himself has told all men, to get into Heaven, be Born Again,
This Truth indeed must be in our heart, before from earth, we do depart.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 16 The open book's monologue
Red what is it to you black the color of death? maybe maybe not? anyone here play video games? FOR CHAOS? ring any bells help spread the taint more quickly? what might an open book write
what would a open book draw
what would an open book think
open books are predictable
so predict what the picture means
why is black black? why is red O infused? what is the meaning only you know maybe only me...
(added years later)
Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed
poem by David Knox
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February 27th
i was born in the month
second to the first month
of the year 1985 on the 27th
a wednesday it were, my day of birth
i was born and blossomed on earth
i shall be gone and faded by death
i was raised from the walks of many
i was chased from the talks of any
i was faced in stare from the looks by many
i was traced to each way of i destiny by plenty
my circumstance were many, mine without penny
still to the moment of circumstance i carry
the wish to my own penny like any of empty
i still deny my heart a chance
i denied my heart a second chance
by the matters of the heart at once
and urge
my heart to the edge
of any that matches
and live
to leave
when gone and faded
by death than hatred
i was born
i would have gone
so alone
with none
but my own
body and soul
and all that knew me,
would have known
that i was born
on my earth strong
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Faltering Response
There’s so many who need God’s Son, but as they bask in temporal fun,
They’re not mindful of God at all, being spiritually tainted by Adam’s fall,
To all of The Church we must appeal, as we’ve been asleep at the wheel,
Sometimes allowing to be ignored, men who desperately need The Lord.
Are we simply accepting their fate, while we, for Jesus, just quietly wait?
Knowing that eternity for all is real, have we, in The Church lost our zeal?
The zeal we had after we found Him, our Lord who saved us from all sin,
Who snatched us from the lake of fire, to fill us with a strong new desire.
A desire to point those who are lost, to the Salvation of Calvary’s Cross,
To reach all of our friends and family, with God’s Truth all about Eternity.
What stymied our need and desire, to point all men to an eternity higher?
A Heaven above the eternal abyss, far from Satan and each accomplice.
We need to wake from our slumber, to add more souls to God’s number,
Of those found in the Book of Life, that Book compiled by Jesus Christ,
Of all those souls upon this earth, who came to Christ through New Birth,
Born Again of God’s Spirit above, when they receive God’s Gift of Love.
And then our Lord places His trust, as He commissions every one of us,
All who in Christ, have been Born Again, to be for Christ, fishers of men,
And now with time getting so late, Believers must seriously contemplate,
Serving Christ with all our heart, before the time, the Church does depart.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
Open Book's Monologue (revisited the years later portion of part 16)
Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed
poem by David Knox
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Read Me Like a Book
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You will find each piece to fit.
Very little of it will be misunderstood.
I am not a one dimensional quick read at all.
I lay it on the line.
You will find I wont allow anyone,
To sit and pick my mind.
I don't waste that kind of time.
Unless,
Of course...
You are divorced from that as well?
Hmmm...
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You have no idea how much I wish,
To get you hooked.
Craving to salivate.
Drooling!
Each chapter has been crafted,
With some sentiment and pain.
You will find some sorrow and regret.
And some expression of heartache left.
You will discover blemishes and flaws,
With attempts to have them corrected.
Notice I admit imperfection...
With self reflection I don't neglect.
Or regret it is you I wish to impress.
No games of tit for tat I play.
I say what I mean.
Not what you wish to hear me say.
And none of it is from mumbled lips.
I want each word read you 'read' conveyed!
I want what I say in your mind to stay.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
But you will never comprehend...
How long this process took.
Flip through each page,
As if you seek definition.
You will discover I am not perfect.
But freed by a peace...
To solict your complete and total admission.
Willing to show you mended scars.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
I knew you were coming!
That's why it is already open.
Take your time.
I want you to find me an easy read.
Hopefully to collaborate on new chapters.
Together,
You and me.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
Take me with your eyes.
Hold me in your hands.
And bring me close to your heart!
There we are.
Touching!
That's how I like it.
Do you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wickedness Is Everywhere
His wicked spirit is everywhere, the prince and power of the air,
Born into a system led by him, Satan fills the world with evil sin.
God of the world, on this earth, inciting all born of natural birth,
On this earth, that God created, is a spirit by which He is hated.
God’s Kingdom is not of this world, is what Christ world herald,
Christ’s comes from God above, one filled with peace and love.
Men join His Kingdom from earth. Through Jesus and New Birth,
When in Christ we’re born again, we become to God, His friend.
That dragon is God’s enemy, who wants to destroy you and me,
Aware that he faces eternal fire, our destruction’s his only desire.
Satan’s power deceives the mind, making many spiritually blind,
This while he deceives the heart, wanting all, to from God depart.
God’s Kingdom soon will come, ruled on earth by Christ His Son,
With Satan cast into the abyss, upon earth will be Heaven’s Bliss.
Until then there’s a battle on, but, not against the weak or strong,
It’s against the evil principalities; the darker powers we can’t see.
Man was expelled from Paradise, into a world of darkened strife,
Where Satan sets out to deceive, men and women, just like Eve.
But accept as Savior Jesus Christ, and you’ll receive Eternal Life,
Delivered from this darkened night, into The Lord’s Eternal Light.
(Copyright ©04/2007)
Angels Sing As God Receives Michael Jackson
angels in myriads sing
as God Jesus receives
soul Michael Jackson’s
into eternity his heaven
in America when Michael Jackson promoted
conservation ‘Earth Song’ save peace themes
Michael was sin politically targeted slandered
then Salem witch hunt nationally discredited
‘We Are The World’ Michael's innocent vision
piano keys poverty black white bones slaughtered
Illuminati enraged plots vile character bite incision
Illuminati hates God love people earth save vision
‘We Are The World’ this our beautified earth save vision
“We are the world We are the children....
Send them your heart So they'll know that someone cares...
As God has shown us by turning stone to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand”
Illuminati plots sows new world order dark enslavement seeds
Illuminati will do anything to destroy
innocent Michael’s legacy influence
executed killed to order not by martyr gun
interesting trying to trace where attacks
upon innocent Michael’s character originated
evidence indicates evil smear campaign of lies
a national priority by several cult organizations
mist mind demons sow hate agenda public arena
this world has slandered attacked and killed
peace makers for thousands of years continuous
when will peace have a chance reign glorious?
like a child enlightened minds promote pious
random fusing might simply bring into meaning
neutralization of different voices violence hating
Michael the two of us need live on earth no more
we spoke words peace love in air from God we bore
‘Earth Song’ by Michael Jackson carry us to heaven’s door
“What about sunrise?
What about rain?
What about all the things?
That you said we were to gain
What about killing fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine?
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shared before?
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying earth the weeping shores? ...
What have we done to the world?
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son?
What about flowering fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine?
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying earth this weeping shore? ...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shared before?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying earth this weeping shore? ”
Angels Sing As God Receives
Michael Jackson Heaven Home
First quotation extract from ‘We Are The World’; and second quotation main lyrics from ‘Earth Song’; written by the inspired innocent mind of the late enlightened Michael Jackson.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Notorious Scribbler's property
-Notice of sale at public Auction-
Notice is hereby given that the following mentioned property will be sold at Public Auction on the 30th of November,2009 at or after8.30 A.M.
The sale will be conducted at Lower depths, Happy ending Road, Missing Island, Zip 12345.
The Manor in the thick jungle
A skeleton of a Dinosaur
Clothing, furniture and other household items.
Abandoned stable and Cocoa fields
A brass kennel (Who slept there on full moon days when he was drunk)
A Library without books(The books already sold in rough climates)
A boat without oars and a large World Map that highlighted his lonely journeys.
His unfinished novel titled as 'The Abortion rights and a poor Eunuch'
dedicated to a Homeless.
*To Louis Armstrong for his beautiful song 'What a Wonderful World'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My Poetry Journey
My poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to go
Without leaving a word or two
I need a companion along the way
With you in my thoughts each day
In this square box i learned a lot and send
To click, read and comment and bend
Making someone happy and heaven sent
Learning, loving, inspiring and content
In this journey, i learned the hard way
To be strong, and make my day
Never to become bitter
But a better person everyday
The heart prints you left behind
Will never be forgotten until the end
In my simple ways, you made me special
Thanks for walking with me
In my poetry journey.
When the dawn seems dark and dreary
I hope and pray that HE will never leave me
I have to walk fast in this poetry journey
Till you see me the person you wanted me to be.
Thank you, my friends in poetry
Nothing could take this love from you and me
Drop by, read, click and comment
Leave something of yourself, and make a little difference
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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A Prayer
LADY, in thy proud eyes
There is a weary look,
As if the spirit we know through them
Were daunted with rebuke
To think that the heart of man henceforth
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face
The solitude is sore;
The true solitude follows the crowd.
Will it be less or more
When the words have been spoken to thee
Which my heart is seeking for?
Lady, canst thou not guess
The words which my thoughts seek?
Perhaps thou deem'st them well to spurn
And better not to speak.
Oh thou must know my love is strong,
Hearing my voice so weak.
Lady, ah go not thus:
Lady, give ear again:
Lady, oh learn from me that yet
There may one thing remain
Which stands not in the knowledge thou hast
And in thy lore of men.
Lady, the darkness lasteth long
Ere the dawn touch the skies;
Many are the leagues of wilderness
Till ye come where the green lies;
Nay often betwixt doubt and doubt
Death whispers and makes wise.
Lady, has not my thought
Dared much? For I would be
The ending of darkness and the dawn
Of a new day to thee,
And thine oasis, and thy place of rest,
And thy time of peace, lady.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Eternal Truths
In God’s Word you will hear, Eternal Truths, all men should fear,
A fear that comes as you heed, the Truths of God that you read,
Eternal Truths for all us to see, revealed by God to you and me,
A Divinely inspired Revelation, by God to lead men to salvation.
Revealing His Truth, for us to tell, others about Heaven and Hell,
Through the Holy Spirit of Christ, He shows eternal truths of life,
And He, who gave all men breath, speaks to all of eternal death,
God sets right before everyone, death or Eternal Life in His Son.
The fear God puts in me and you, is reverence to see us through,
To Guide us on this temporal earth, to that place of eternal worth,
As God moves upon our heart, with a Love, which will not depart,
And a fear that makes men wise, as His Spirit opens up our eyes.
They just say we have no proof, about God’s Word we call Truth,
And so God’s Truth they deny, embracing instead, the Devil’s lie;
Although you will die my friend, the eternal soul will have no end,
Your body in the ground may rot, but, your eternal soul shall not.
Some may read and simply say, that all men will just die anyway,
With no care at all, when or why, or where they go when they die,
But, every soul at its last breath, will face God and eternal death,
Unless a soul knows Jesus Christ, then he enters into eternal life.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
I'm convinced that the man who has learned to meditate upon the Lord will be able to run on his feet and walk in his spirit. Although he may be hurried by his vocation, that's not the issue. The issue is how fast his spirit is going. To slow it down takes a period of time.
quote by Charles Stanley
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Pondering My Real Home
At home is where I long to be, up in Heaven, through eternity,
Far above the celestial dome, in Heaven, up in my real home,
In that Mansion prepared for me, right beside the Crystal Sea,
Only passing through this place, going home by God's Grace.
I'm currently here in God's design, living life in temporal time,
But, while on this present earth, I experienced a spiritual birth,
Born Again, by The Spirit of God, given direction on this sod,
His new direction and destiny, that points me well into eternity.
Given, by Christ, a new heart, on God's agenda, until I depart,
Working for God here on earth, in His service of eternal worth,
Looking ahead to Heaven friend, as this life comes to an end,
With a beginning beyond this world, in an eternity yet unfurled.
Although I long to be home, still here I remain, yet not to roam,
But to be used in my earthly life, in the service of Jesus Christ,
To be a witness and a herald, of Good News, into all the world,
Sharing God's Truth of salvation, with all men in this generation.
With my journey directed by, my Lord God, Who reigns on high,
Directing my path as He chooses, as my life for Christ He uses,
While longing for home, I impart, God's Gospel, before I depart,
To be with God forevermore, in a home upon that Eternal Shore.
(Copyright ©11/2012)
Why Death Comes?
There is a place after life;
There is a home after death;
There is a life after life on earth,
And that is the Abode of God
Called Heaven!
It’s a place of joy alone;
It’s a place devoid of sorrows;
It’s a place that’s free from pain and sin;
It’s a place that’s very pure;
It’s a place where sufferings are unknown;
It’s a place of everlasting joy;
It’s a place of commune with God-
Eternity is its name!
Death gives rest to souls that depart;
Death gives reprieve from earthly woes;
Death is the only way to God’s Abode;
Death heralds the resurrection of souls!
When death comes, why should we fear?
Death is the one way to Heaven;
But when it comes, our soul must be prepared,
And if that is done, why bother?
Miracles can be wrought by God;
Prayers can bring miracles through;
Yet, a sea of fervent appeals from souls,
May not keep back a single soul
For a time longer than
What God has pre-destined!
Because, God knows each heart;
God knows each soul;
God knows our sufferings,
And the ideal time to deliver
All.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-2-2005
poem by John Celes
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Ch 04 On The Advantages Of Silence Story 05
Galenus saw a fool hanging on with his hands to the collar of a learned man and insulting him, whereon he said: ‘If he were learned he would not have come to this pass with an ignorant man.’
Two wise men do not contend and quarrel
Nor does a scholar fight with a contemptible fellow.
If an ignorant man in his rudeness speaks harshly
An intelligent man tenderly reconciles his heart.
Two pious men keep a hair between them untorn
And so does a mild with a headstrong man.
If however both sides are fools
If there be a chain they will snap it.
An ill-humoured man insulted someone.
He bore it and replied: ‘O man of happy issue,
I am worse than thou canst say that I am
Because I know thou art not aware of my faults as I am.
Libre Song
Come on daylight
Because I am tired already of staying in bed
And I slept through the night
Libre song
I want to have a million friends
So that I can sing the libre song to them
With my strong voice
But I don't care if it will sound good or bad
Because I will just sing it the way I know
Libre song
I was born to be free here on earth
And walk here on earth everywhere I want too
Because I have the right to live on earth also
Libre song
Will I see the stars tonight shining in the sky?
Libre song
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Libre Song Revised
Come on daylight
Because I am tired already of staying in bed
And I slept through the night
Libre song
I want to have a million friends
So that I can sing the libre song to them
With my strong voice
But I don't care if it will sound good or bad
Because I will just sing it the way I know
Libre song
I was born to be free here on earth
And walk here on earth everywhere I want too
Because I have the right to live on earth also
Libre song
Will I see the stars tonight shining in the sky?
Libre song
poem by Aldo Kraas
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If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skulls, then why do we read it Good God, we also would be happy if we had no books and such books that make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. What we must have are those books that come on us like ill fortune, like the death of one we love better than ourselves, like suicide. A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us.
quote by Franz Kafka
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