2010/06/18 Simile (Rev.)
I love ancient minds, the grandiose
thoughts of bygone tale-tellers, their
sense of awe, infusing all they saw
with supernatural significance and
deeper meaning
I share their cosmological delight in
a machine too vast for mankind to
penetrate or understand, reject their
helplessness and despair in a
mystifying universe
To succor my belief I NEED a kind
intelligence as creative origin of all that
exist, ideas of malevolence as creation
kills my spirit; though I cannot
breathe in materialism,
the thin, cold air of cynicism, nor feel
joy in small three-dimensional reality
I will not face over-powering tragedy
of an evil universe blindly grinding
its unfeeling millstone
If I am to live as a useful, pragmatic,
hard-working human being I need to
rest my mind in beautiful thoughts of
harmony, benevolence and rational
self-interest
I won’t be the toy of harsh, unfeeling
powers else I die of despair, I admire
loving intent of a Christ-dreamer using
ideas of Precession to create a simile
of deliverance
for a suffering humanity …
poem by Margaret Alice
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2011/04/14 Without Intervening Events (Rev.)
Nothing to say in my defence, no material offers to
make amends; inner power enables me to mostly
balance on the edge of the abyss - wishing life’s
battle ended so I could rest, dropp my vigilance,
exist just as pure consciousness without shame
of eternal failure
Less intelligence all I cherish are feelings, a loving
atmosphere, strong emotions, everlasting joy of
constructing an ethereal bubble where I am safe,
free to create my own dreams since the sharp lines,
garish colours and grating sounds of reality cannot
match luminous beauty of my visions
Nothing I visualise can be realised in holographic
three-dimensional reality perceived through five
senses, only stories entailed in narrative imperative
are honoured and valued - attempts to infuse reality
with meaning lead to deception, failure and rejection,
I keep my ideas above and beyond...
... in an alternative dimension where thoughts
manifest in pitch, taste, colour, rhythm, fragrance,
texture, form and temperature; representing love,
anger and fear - without intervening events….
poem by Margaret Alice
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Least of My Concerns
I am often associated with some affiliation of some kind.
'What faith are you?
What are your beliefs?
What religion do you practice?
And which group influences your mental outreach?
Are you Christian or Muslim?
Or both? '
HUH?
And when I reveal I do not read as much as I should,
That discredits their preconceived assumptions.
I have an identity embraced from my own point of view.
'Where do you get your ideas? '
Which ones?
'You know...
THOSE ideas? '
I don't understand.
Help me comprehend.
Ideas associated with thought and that process?
Which ones?
My acceptance of a Higher Intelligence,
That keeps me connected.
Or...
My ability to appear calm, cool and collected,
When someone 'disconnected'...
Assumes my quality of life,
Does not reflect a materialism...
They can focus into and respect?
Suppose I told you,
I am fully aware of my flaws and blemishes?
And chasing materialism and the affects of it,
Is the least of my concerns.
'That's what I'm asking.
Where do you get that?
You have such a knack for humor.
It is a blend of sarcasm AND cynicism.
How do you do that?
You're funny! '
Oh, I'm hysterical!
Literally.
I was declared out of my mind years ago.
AND...frankly,
With acknowledgement.
And, check this out...
Expressing my gratefulness to God on a daily basis.
For all of the gifts I've been given.
'You should do stand up comedy.
Seriously.
You are one funny dude! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiving Always Forgiving
when you offended me
i did not bother for i understand you
and always think that you tried always loving me as your brother
i always think you meant no offense at all
it is just that you are too disturbed by certain things that until now
you have not really understood
you grapple to hold on to something stable
yet there is none
you struggle to be yourself in peace and harmony with the rest
yet there seems to be nothing
to keep you in place
and so when you shout at me and tell me that i am someone else
a black cat
a wolf in sheep's clothing
the ill wind
the evil lurking in your darkness
i do not mind at all
i know it is not that easy to be in that state
i was there and i was lost and i was too confused
not knowing what i am and where i am going
and i perfectly understand what you are into
and so when you offend me i enjoy the silence of my understanding
you
and the nature of the human being
you and the whole of humanity
you and
the universe
unmoved by evil
undestroyed by indifference and cruelty and inhumanity
i, stand still
i am good, i am beautiful and i will always be on the side of the truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God and Prophet Muhammad
Alas! There’s no one better than God
And He is cruel somewhat
God feels lonely
Although He has so many friends
Because
God is one of a kind
Even angels are not like God
Angels have wings
But God’s body has no wing
And they are like a dot to God
God is unable to create His own spouse!
That’s why it’s so hard to turn His mood on
And make Him satisfied.
Although God’s got all the powers
That exist in reality
He hasn’t got all the powers
That can be found in imagination.
God is neither a male nor a female -
God’s got more similarity
With mothers than others!
God’s got more similarity
With girls than boys!
Notwithstanding
Prophet Muhammad is the best creation
Since God's body is more like a male
And the universe is like His Holy Sperm
And
The Lord of the worlds
Is romantic, affectionate and loving.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Mystics Contemplate The Perfection Of Mary
there are mystics born knowing shadows
there are mystics esoteric knowledge trained
mystics visionary attain redeemed harmony
a new state to replace perfect an original state
of Edenic innocence a new state allowing God
new redeemed individual birth creation souls
self-awareness interacting with a creation
both part of and distinct from Father fire
Christ light Holy Spirit living principle a
divine life infusing God interactive in flesh
allowing free will to become the most important
gift God gives to creation humanity allowing
each individual human being to seek divine
grace as a deliberate choice while still allowing
humans to remain individuals as God offers
parent love to humanity an incarnation Christ
shares our suffering as God bears a suffering
incorporate now a necessary part of creation
in Christ a new harmony became possible
Son of God became human through a Virgin
Mary like all other women born human in
flesh subject to sin elected through grace to
inherit a sinless state Mary did not transform
the Word the Word transformed child Mary
Holy Spirit came down upon was poured out upon
Mary as Holy Spirit upon all reborn true Christians
is poured out for the will the glory of our Father God
First stanza quoted from the poem ‘Mystics Redeemed Attain Harmony’ by Terence George Craddock. For a reference to the power of interactive Holy Spirit read Luke 1: 26-34, Matthew 1: 18-25, John: 1: 9-17, Acts 2: 1 18.
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Anything is Possible
The code could also be a hologram - no-one
can explain how it was created by some mind
beyond imagination, we have to invent some-
thing to read the Book of Life
It states Einstein's Unified Field Theory exists
in a 5th dimension beyond these 3 dimensions
of space and 4th of time - quantum physicists
already agree a 5th does exist
Only fact about code's origin: no human could
encode it; proof of an intelligence completely
different from our own, we are not alone, an
outside encoder is somewhere
Michael Drosnin's report on code research
enriches my life, nourishment for a starving
imagination, I feel privileged to study the
theories and thoughts of scientists
Exploring myriad dimensions of holographic
reality by shining their mind's laser-light on it,
we live in a holographic universe constituted
of waves varying in frequencies
Anything is possible, those without interest
need never know - being curious I am not
content to remain in the dark when thought
can illuminate all to reveal the reality
Beyond eternity…
The Bible Code, Michael Drosnin, Weidenfeld &
Nicolson,1997 -
pp.45&46
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Literature and Quantum Physics
Mind spoke:
I have been the Driver of all history
for animal and man,
I've fueled Progress,
built cities,
discovered science
literature, poetry
all of this due to me:
Mind.
Imagination Spoke:
You Mind
are not of consequence
without me
Imagination.
Whatever spark might have
fired your brain
came from my fashioning
events in you Mind
to creativity,
to art
for you are merely physical seat
the vehicle,
But I Imagination
am the driver.
Body Spoke:
The two of you have no independent existence,
no living space
without me Body.
I am that temple
which houses you.
I am the physical portal
which interacts with the
world.
Whatever you can see or think Mind
or you Imagination, can imagine
is filtered thorough me Body
and flesh though I am
few doubt my ultimate power.
For surely as you both have your place
but both of you are mental most
and cannot walk or run,
build or make love;
toast friends or loved ones.
I Body
am sensation
and the Ultimate.
Heart Spoke:
For you three
there is a clear driver
in all this.
Me.
Humanity does not pursue
cold ideas, or body flesh alone.
Even Imagination bows before
Love's Goals
and these clearly foment
much of history.
The Heart is here the seat;
the clear destination
of this imaginary vehicle
driven by a universal need
to merge, with a Divinity
which in the end
only I
Heart represent.
Love is
multifaceted
motherly, fatherly, sisterly,
brotherly, heavenly
all are facets of Love
which lives in my-
the Heart's realm.
Most strive to reach my Land
and those who don't
are so destroyed
they, in my theory,
turn to evil and sin.
I am the true fulcrum of all History.
Soul Speaks:
You mind,
You Body
You Imagination
even you Heart
are all Corporeal.
I am the Mother
of all of you
Universal Soul;
the indescribable;
the Spirit,
the common thread
which unites all of you.
I am
the Father of the
Common Sense
which is taste, sight
smell, hearing and touch
all combined in the sixth sense.
I aligned with
my mentor Faith
and describe
the sea
in which you all swim,
but are oblivious to.
I am the Dark Matter
of your universe,
90% of the ocean
in which you swim.
The Poet Speaks:
For all you Archetypes
and your
products
none to me is more sublime
than the wedding of these
to Musics and Poetries.
Is it not apparent too,
that from these
comes a Unified Theory of Literature?
For is it not the case
all of the actors
in this
our play
exist
forming the basis of our literature
our cultures;
and our goal
therefore,
must be
to illuminate
how they all inter-relate
to form all the world
we know
in and outside of our
written histories?
Now it seems to me
that a crucial point here
is how then does
all this
relate to the Physical Universe?
If mind and brain
exist in this Physical Universe
how then to explain
the inter-relationships
that result
in Creativity?
Einstein knew:
and said it;
feuding with the Theory of Quantum Physics;
all electrons,
in all things in the Universe
inter-relate
and in all of the Universe,
every atom in my brain, and the electrons
therein contained
are in constant communication with every
other atom in all of the universe
and more,
move, both in
and outside of this Universe
to Universes
which exist
in parallel
simultaneously with this one..
We exist
in this Universe
in our world
at the galaxy level
and at the sub-atomic level;
but this existence is inherently unstable
meaning atoms and electrons
move freely between these
multiple Universes.
to which we are
all connected.
Think on that for a moment;
before you realize-
if even marginally true
explains how a poem comes to be;
literally it is Imagination
plucking ideas from my mind
in this universe
and melding
with those with ideas
perhaps from another.
Which in the end
is the only explanation
for Creativity:
that is
in thinking
we cause something to exist
from seemingly nothing;
nothing defined
as coming from some place else
into our world-
into our existence.
And I ask
where
therefore
did this
poem come from?
Or even this phrase
since milli-seconds ago
it did not exist
at least
in this Universe.
Simply put
the most profound question
in the universe is:
What are ideas
and where do they come from?
And how do they in fact create
what we know as literature?
Hummm,
Much To Ponder.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Dance of love(II)
When I look into your eyes, I see their light.
Our relationship seems to be indestructible.
I give myself to you and I hold you so tight.
Being with you, our dreams are achievable.
We are together, we explore our perfect universe
Because together we can prevail everything.
We are one being, seemingly living in reverse.
You fulfill my desire, you get my heart on a string.
When you penetrate me, I become another being,
You take everything from me, you give me everything.
It is like a dawn of our souls, another awaking.
We love each other so much, we feel like exploding.
It is a connection between the hearts, the soul and the body.
We dance our feelings, our tears, our thoughts and our passion.
Dancing in rhythm with stars, our love we need to embody.
Dance is deeper, intricately intertwined, the impetus of our vision.
Ecstatic moments are rumbles of our minds and our souls.
We swallow each other, ideas, more deep, it is like madness.
We understand the naturally flowing rhythm of our existence.
We feel every part of our molecular structure, we relieve the sadness.
We understand our bodies language, with polar reactions in this romance,
Being without you, I'm like a little star, losing its mass and its ray.
But when I'm with you, your love enhances me and get me in trance
And we become two souls dancing the love dance in the same clay.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Borders
Past the borders that divides us
of seeing, feeling, hearing and tasting
past thoughts, sensations of you and me
the ways how
we experience each other, the reality,
I want to go deeper to you
so that somewhere there
my inner eyes, my thoughts penetrate
to that which is the essence of our humanity
and in simplicity I do not want to wait longer
past the empty and vain game with a deeper meaning
not heeding the shallow things of the world
so that we can be aware of that which is holy,
more splendid and base love on eternal light.
[Reference: Borders by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Humanity In Harmony
so tiring numb
casting mind back
into decades past
to conform
to previous
liquid life lived
thoughts ideas
words emotions
past thought
to live
form thought
confined
in spectral images
ghost life
echo of who
we were lived with
seize power energy
potent in today
life opportunities
are waiting
for creation
dreams be born
shape better word
now tomorrow
future children
future reality
create a new world
a better world
humanity in harmony
poem by Terence George Craddock
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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All Embracing Poetry!
What kind of poetry does engage all complete?
Only love between man and woman in romance?
Only beauty of Nature in all its splendour forever?
Only philosophic ideas enriched in poems ever?
Only journalism, philosophy and poem altogether?
Only spiritual ideas of God or Universe in a new way?
So many questions crop up every day to find one
Poetry that will absorb all forever and enrich mind!
Have anyone discovered such poetry so far...?
Divinity present in Nature kindling romance of
Love of high state of mind perhaps may do so ever!
Comprising of all ingredients I try often to create
Poetry of an irresistible kind for all to consume ever!
Journalism, philosophy and poem in one I feel better!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Corer
Like coagulant poetry,
This congealed core of universe,
Became the spider,
Multi-dimensional as it grew;
In the form of a great web,
Masquerading as heavy matter,
Of condensed time,
Of condensed memory,
Like coagulant poetry,
This congealed core of universe.
Like curdled helium,
Amidst thin hydrogen left behind,
Bubbles and illusions,
To be the center of Sun,
Like coagulant poetry,
To be the solar spider.
We in this congealed core of universe,
Effervesce no longer;
To weave the rainbow of human web,
To create the unforeseen,
The super-spider,
This rainbow of human web,
Textured by heavy genes,
Begotten of coagulant poetry.
Yet some delight in cored poetry,
In coring of this bubbled universe,
In coring of coreless illusions.
poem by Bhanu Padmo
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The coldest of the cold?
A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights
The careless Cold shoulder
The unfeeling Cold heart
The curse of Cold nature
Cold hands held apart
Could it be Cold feet
Could it be cold fears
Could it be cold weather
Or icy cold ears
Even above cold blood…
Even above… being apart
My choice of all, above, Would be
the unfeeling…of a cold, cold heart
poem by David Whalen
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I
I
we don’t know where it is located
whether I is in the brain
only exist in the human mind
or just an emotion
place beneath the skin
ego
the I
is the letter, found in the center of pride
the reason of most humiliation
condemnation
depression
when pride overpowers humility
when unforgiveness clouds the inner spirit
but we can banish this I-seeking self
by changing our I-belief
what you believe is the cause
of your personality
becomes your thought
your habit
your character
your behavior
and your destiny
your belief determines your reaction
to every life situation
your choices
and it influences your emotion.
Belief defines who you are
loving or unlovable
skillful or not
creative or not
Intelligent or not
In control, grounded or not
So change what you believe
you are one of the pieces in life’s puzzle
change your belief
change your I ams
I am happy
I am lovable
I am overjoyed
I am energized
delighted
Creative
Change your intentions
Change your thoughts
Change your beliefs
make the best of your I
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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We live in a vast and awesome universe in which, daily, suns are made and worlds destroyed, where humanity clings to an obscure clod of rock. The significance of our lives and our fragile realm derives from our own wisdom and courage. We are the custodians of life’s meaning.
quote by Carl Sagan
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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Your Views
I am supportive of your views
But that does not give proper dues
Standing out in thunderstorms
Yet remains unaffected and warm
Struck many times by lightening
Yet his talks are heartening
He dies several times
But come out alive every times
As an imaginative personality
He has to live by all the qualities
Weep along with lovers to express inabilities
And laugh with children along with activities
Always deep in thoughts and away from world
No love from family and relation almost cold
Only camping at dream land and on vast sea
Looking at fruits coming up on the tree
Finds love in and around at every object
Finds god’s creation in every season with act
Lies low with no profile and ventures in unknown land
Where no foes live but all gentleman and friends
God has given him beautiful heart
To see and describe heavenly art
Make it known to others and feel inseparable part
If not done earlier then have a bold and fresh start
Such a beautiful soul still exist on this earth
He sees complete harmony and love in death
It is divine process that goes on as per schedule
There is no need to add agony, pain and fuel
It is lovely link and can be seen in his creation
Where only beautiful existence is relation
Makes us to feel about next world in general
Why not do something unique before making farewell
Simply hats off to his living and ideal thoughts
Something to come over after bitterly fought
To look towards a beautiful world to live
Make others comfortable and inspire to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A birth of poet
Has any one thought over?
Almighty has given gift to him or her
How does the ideas emanate from void mind?
Music in action and feelings very kind
The ideas to role out for vicious world
Happiness and joy for all to hold
Can poetry exist without impetus?
The writer can exist by his status
God might have given special third sense
Free flow of thoughts even without being tense
This is how the journey has begun with birth of poet
Love to all in his imagery world and keep quiet
He does nothing special for performance
He certainly weighs facts at once
Leaving all worries for the common cause
Forgetting for self and think what he was?
This is how he has come in to being
World at his feet without being called a king
What makes water to fall in from of raining?
It doesn’t require any guidance or proper training
His heart pains for others agony
H doesn’t work it for gain or money
He has the mighty thoughts to work as key
No slavery in his world and to make all free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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