A Dear Childhood
Nostalgia that arrests the moments
Before they flee
Nudges its way into my consciousness
Walking me back to my first look of grace -
The dwelling place of my origins
Where voiceless my spirit
Near but unattainable
Still wanders wondering-
Speechless behold before we part.....
Oh thought form.
A tie Time cannot dissever. Only
What i've lost is what i possess for ever.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Freedom For You And Me
Freedom for you and me
Is an unattainable feeling to flee
From the World itself.
It is a dream to be
In a world of total glee.
Some times freedom has two wings
Both pulling towards left and right differently.
It has the colour of many rings
That surround the Saturn of life coherently.
Freedom is an Utopia
As we we cannot flee to any place at one go.
It is more than a bubble`s Nostalgia
As you and I flee into ourselves at a go
Within the Titan surrounding the Saturn.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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It's Better With The Good Eye
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Looking back at oh so far away.
Memory’s just another way to see.
A place to go on holiday for free,
Forty years ago if it’s a day.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
And was that other person really me,
What changed, why could I not stay?
Memory’s just another way to see
The way things were around us then when we
Thought all our dreams were surely on their way.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
The sky was always blue it seemed to me,
Every day the sun shone so they say -
Memory’s just another way to see,
But now I know that life’s not lunch for free
That bitter fruit is served on many days
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Memory’s just another way to see.
Martin Swords
“Prompt Poems”
Villanelle
March 2008
poem by Martin Swords
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True Justice
If there were true justice, I would not have to gather
Thought of thee from moments far gone, but rather
Would be witness, each day, to thine own grace
And not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!
'Justice deferred, is justice denied', a fitting way
To see into my form of thought, this and every day!
I do not seek same, as I do, for any form of personal gain;
I rally for much more, my own self-import I do not feign-
I am but a vessel, used for a world in need of change,
The thought of mine own plight, seems to me, very strange!
I know my cause to be righteous, I have never had doubt,
I look now to God to see this iniquity and to straighten it out;
Whensoever this may be done, not surely, before,
My life shall return to me again, and order shall restore!
Maurice Harris,6 February 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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But For The Grace Of God
I can hear the neighbors
They're arguin' again
And there hasn't been peace on our street
Since who knows when
I don't mean to listen in
But the shoutin' is so loud
I turn up the radio to drown it out
And silently I say a little prayer
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
I can see that old man
He's walking past our door
And I've been told that he's rich
But he seems so poor
'Cause no one comes to call on him
And his phone it never rings
He wanders through his empty home
Surrounnded by his things
And silently I say a little prayer, yes I do
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
Oh Lord I'd be lost
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
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My Lord, My Refuge
O Lord,
I take this bread and
eat your Body
O Lord,
I take this wine and
drink your blood
Taste and see my Lord is all goodness
Happy are those who take refuge in Him
Fill me with your spirit and grace
Take my heavy burden away
Lord, I give You praise and compliment
How beautiful is your dwelling
How my soul longs for you
How my spirit rekindles with Your salvation
I'm too tired and weary
Need a resting place
Lord, Jesus, give me a peaceful place
Take your dwelling as my safe haven
My Lord, My refuge
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World
nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat
nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades
nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone
nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick
nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks
nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us
yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives
but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Infinite Consciousness
Perception of solidity
is the brain’s interpretation of
various frequencies
Received as biochemical and
electrical signals from the
physical senses
Which the mind weaves into
the beautiful illusions of
reality
Consciousness energy creates the
universe by projecting through
the interference patterns of
waves of energy
We and all we perceive are manifestations
of the consciousness which created
this - our universe
In fact, we ARE this consciousness that always is,
that is never gained or lost, that only changes form
We are part of Infinite Consciousness while
physical form is just a receptacle, particles
which began as infinite possibilities in the
wave-interference-pattern
When conscious energy is applied like light
shining on a three-dimensional holographic
image, the particles become fixed in time
and space to create the illusion which
we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Space Travel Made Easy
Just think;
Space travel without a space suit or spacecraft!
Not possible?
Think again!
There is no need for physical form when spirit is set free
Spirit is pure consciousness that is impervious to hot or cold
Spirit has no need to breathe, eat or drink
Spirit can travel anywhere instantly
Want to know how the sun works?
You can go to the sun’s surface by sheer intention
Yes, anywhere is not only possible but practicable
So how do you separate spirit from your body?
Firstly your ego must be bound and gagged
Then meditate to still the doubting mind
In time you remember how to leave your body
Next you will yourself free of physical form
On Earth;
Release of form is the only freedom possible
Freedom is the launching pad for your spirit
An unencumbered spirit knows all there is to know,
And absolute freedom makes everything possible
Now there is only one question left to ask
What star in the Cosmos do I want to visit?
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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As The Spirit Moves
We’re moved on by the Spirit of God, where we’re found upon this sod,
Enlightened right at that very place, through The Lord’s Amazing Grace.
Moved to make a decision for Him, as a darkened sinner lost in our sin,
A decision that changes our life, as we accept The Savior, Jesus Christ.
Once we were enemies with God, and now lead by God’s staff and rod,
No need at all to look to the Lord, now His Lead and Grace is implored,
And The Spirit who first moved on us, now lives in all, who in God trust,
Sealed by God’s Spirit from above, are all those saved by God’s Love.
In our unbelief we stood at enmity, with our Creator and God of Eternity,
Merely wanders down upon this earth, born in sin through a natural birth,
But by God’s Spirit we’re Born Again, no longer an enemy, now a friend,
And now a member of God’s family, in a relationship that’ll last eternally.
The Holy Spirit, sent by our Creator, points all men to Christ, The Savior,
Savior and The Lord of all creation, who sent from God, is our salvation,
Prompted by The Father’s Love, Christ left His Throne, in Heaven above,
To be a Lamb and Shepherd too, of all believing souls, like me and you.
Now God’s Holy Spirit lives within, all true believers saved from their sin,
To live this present life a new way, lead by the Spirit each and every day,
To be Christ’s witness and His light, to all those men still lost in the night,
As God moves upon another soul, with His Spirit, to join in Christ’s Fold.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Deities' Amongst Us
They believe themselves to be keeper of secrets,
Stolen from sacred tombs.
They believe themselves to possess,
Origins of an existence...
They wish to themselves kept.
Although something far greater amongst us looms.
And to themselves kept,
Is unrest.
Unhappiness.
And digesting a foolishness...
To only them they get to digest.
An order of higher consciousness,
Has begun to set.
Their mindsets are disturbed.
And an obviousness of this...
Is being monitored closely,
By 'Deities' amongst us...
Doing it with much interest as 'they' observe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Till We Meet
The time has come, for us to reflect back,
On the moments we shared, our entire journey through,
Moments of joy, moments of sorrow,
Friendships, brotherhood and love,
We made lots, but also lost some,
Temptations our way, the strong overcame,
Not all were strong, as others fell prey,
As tough as it was, the journey has to end,
Memories forever will be, etched some place in the mind,
It’s time to say goodbye, so here goes mine…
GOODBYE….
poem by Valentine Obara
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The Forest of the Lost
She wanders curiously through
The Forest of the Lost
Past the other creatures of pity
The Lost creatures
She looks and listens
Sees and hears
Nothing and everything
Space and form
Fog rolls in
Growing thicker
It trys to devour her
Like it so easily devours
The other Lost creatures
But her strange aroura
Pitch black and brighter than the sun
Protects her with ease
She does not belong
To the Forest of the Lost
The Forest of the Lost
Belongs to her
She is not Lost
Lost is her
She is magical
Mysterious
Dark and light
Blended together
The Forest of the Lost
Has met its maker
The Lost creatures
Take shape
In the fog
And thank her
And the Girl of the Lost
Guides the creatures back
To the Land of the Found
poem by Shannon Hughes
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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From The Banks Of Ganga: IX
Colourful petals
Yellow, ochre, white
Red and green
Halt a while around me:
Moments of present ecstasy
Nostalgia of yester years
And future days
Surrounded by chilling waters
My body quivers in chillness
When will it turn into a cold mass?
Will it then recall petals of nostalgia…?
I slip into my future moments of oblivion
My body flowing with the rapidity of Ganga
I don't know!
I can't say!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Chorus of the Dead
And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,
And all Thee returning.
Oh Death, in Thy vast shadow,
Simple and bare we languish,
Not happy, but from the anguish
Of life at last set free. The night profoundly
Falls on the shaken spirit,
And dark in dark confuses;
The withered soul sourage and hope refuses;
Spent and uncaring,
Free now from sorrow and from fear for ever,
We lie here undespairing
Through void eternity.
We lived... And as a phantom from a dream of terror
Wanders into the day,
And draws across the speechless souls of children
A memory and a fear,
We, as we linger here,
Are haunted still by life: but fears of children
Haunt us not now. What were we?
What was that bitter point in time
That bore the name of life?
Mysterious, stupendous,
Lost in our thought that hidden country lies:
As in our day of life there lay
The secret land of death. And as from dying
Our living souls drew back, so now they draw
Back from the flame of life,
Simple and bare to languish,
Not happy, but not in anguish;
For happiness we know
Fate upon life or death will not bestow.
poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi
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The Death Theory....
let us make it simple,
energy is never created is destroyed
it can simply be transformed from one form to another
yes the soul,
from one time frame to another
this is simpler now
the body is left and the spirit goes away
it is met by light and it is taken away
guided towards its real place
and then the silence
no one wants to come back
it is self-explanatory
no one comes back to a place which has become inferior.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unknown Dream234
here and there is where i went up and around and back down again into hell and out again it spat me upto the high heavens cold and hot and warm and lost all over again the island of lost dreams lose your self and never be found again go to where souls never leave from from there down to hell again and all; around the cosmos a dark abyss eternal lonliness in a dark corner of the universe ur spirit wanders and wanders until it comes to where u realize where u are again at the starting point of a journey in which one wants to lose himself to all forces and be free and cross into starlight vale go and fly eat to yonder hills west to which kithop mountains blue and big and twice as long from north to south and back again after a while u stop and shoot for the darkness and go to where u never been before a new dream forms and it forms as u go on ur eternal journey of sleep forever.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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A Moment To Remember
A moment to Remember
This night is too beautiful to behold, moon and silence. My heart aches.
Know I will wake up at dawn and regret that I can’t take it with me.
It will all be erased one day and I shall not know that I ever lived. I have
nothing, cannot own anything but my own ageing body, all I can do is to
enjoy the rare moments of fulfillments. I hear a plane high up see its light,
full of passengers going home and back to work. Why would anyone want
to leave this place? Across the road, in a darkened house, a man lies dying
racked by pain he can’t even shave himself. He sees not the full moon.
My life consists of moments, not like takes at a film studio that can be done
over and over again till it’s right. Some moments are too sad to behold.
Do not think of this now, I will drink another cold beer, smoke a cigarette,
look at the stars and dream.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Winning Side
We may not know all the end, but we know, that we have won,
Though it won’t be pretty friend, we are sided with God’s Son.
That of the end we know is this, righteous wrath is sure to fall,
On those who don’t enter Bliss, as Judgment is poured on all.
All saved, will not suffer wrath, according to the Word of God,
While those on a darker path, will experience Christ’s Iron Rod.
A life of sin shall pay a price, this is from God, so be assured,
Jesus became God’s Sacrifice, to be our Savior and our Lord.
In these times, which we live, things become darker every day,
But Jesus Christ came to give, everyone on earth a better way,
Christ came to save those lost, and to give men a life eternally,
And Christ alone paid the cost, with His own blood on Calvary.
It is Grace that saves our soul, from this darkened world of sin,
Making any man eternally whole, as they simply believe in Him.
No one deserves such Grace, which God pours down upon us,
Or an eternal dwelling place, which is prepared by Christ Jesus.
Christ had come for everyone, when He came to earth and died,
So today believe in God’s Son, and be part of the winning side,
When The Lord comes back again, right before the end of time,
To take with Him believing men, in an event that will be sublime.
(Copyright ©03/2008)
When I Arrive I See You Half Naked
when i arrive from my journey
i see you half naked
and you are sleeping
i do not wish to wake you up
i want to see you in that state
where you are what you are
without motion but just the form
where you cannot say anything
to all that i long for
i sit beside you and look at your
body
i am feasting i am motionless
i am speechless
to such a beauty of the one
i love
it is new all over again
the world stops right here
and i do not want it to move
to rotate to make its orbit
to complete its journey
all i want now is a suspension
of time and form and place
because you are with me
because i am with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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