Eternity Wisdom
eternity wisdom
numerous meanings
steeping stones of creation
the slippery ridicule
dream's spaceless birth
alone like night
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The Dream Called Life
So it began with a flash of beams,
And they all thought it was just a mare dream.
Hoping to wake up one day,
And see that it was just a play.
But in the awaken of the sunrise,
Gave rise to something worth more than price.
It all started with a dream from heaven,
All it took was several days numbering up to seven.
To get this amazing dream on,
Even if it's still lukewarm.
Then came the birth of the stars,
And believe me it never remained dead like mars.
The dream kept on going,
And so like the air it kept on moving.
Until it got still for a while,
When it exploded like a missile.
And there it stood behold and begotten,
The finest of all creation from heaven.
A creation never seen before,
Never thought or heard of before.
And next was a breath of life,
A breath that's stronger than life.
A breath that brought about evolution,
A breath of divine resolution.
A breath that filled the lungs of men,
And gave rise to the world of men.
So the dream became more clearer,
For the generation of men was drawing nearer.
A generation of men of great kinds,
Made from the finest of all sands.
It still look like a mare dream,
But in reality creation it seem.
For they never understood,
How this extraordinary dream stood.
But in the end,
The dream gave birth to a world without end.
A life of justice, purity and happiness,
Full of love, joy and no sadness.
After giving birth to the world of humanity,
This dream will live on for all eternity.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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God speaks in dream
salvation started with a dream, life we take, is but a life we had lived before, and to remember is mint to forget, only by closing our eyes then we will remembered that life we live is just a journey to remember the past
dream of a dreams, a passion of the soul, echo in the wilderness of eternity of memories, that lives in the havoc of time, where our hearts linger to listen
salvation is tasted, before it started, we have been there, until it lasted in birth we are created, a creation that molded and folded our journey to a new dream, where we have to begin, a life that is new, the salvation that made it true
God's wisdom speaks in dream, leads us the perfect path to be back in the right track, for in God's kingdom, everybody is welcome, to live with others in harmony with God, where everybody is happy and free
live it now, dream with other dreams, believe that you can be, in a dream salvation is free.....God speaks in dream
poem by Antonio Liao
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Man
What a finest piece of art is man
Anabolic in strength practicable in wisdom
From the time immemorial the birth of Adam
Creation of everything till Mohammad(SAW) the totem of wisdom
Being vicegerant on earth and shepherd afterward
To correct the fallacy with miraculous speech of wisdom
All art and craft are superficial or none-the-less comparable
Unto the height of his majestic conundrum
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Pearls of Wisdom
Pearls of wisdom as never before, from the mouth of Christ our Lord,
Speaking words with authority, that come from the Throne of Eternity.
A wisdom which exceeded Solomon, whose heart was divided by sin,
Christ, with a heart perfectly pure, spoke words that will surely endure.
Pearls of wisdom, pure and divine, words spoken, for men of all time,
Directed to every tribe and nation; words of our Lord God’s Salvation.
Salvation sent from God above, through His Son, to show us His love,
Love that exceeded wisdom of earth, and received through a new birth.
Pearls of wisdom not well embraced, by many whom Christ had faced,
Although in God these men believed, Christ by them was not received.
Much of His wisdom is contrary to, that human reason of me and you,
But Christ’s Wisdom is greater than, all of that wisdom of worldly men.
Pearls of wisdom to all will come, to those who truly know God’s Son,
And dare to give their life to Him, Christ, who saves men from their sin.
Sin which blinds the minds and ways, of the many world leaders today,
And in their wisdom they cannot see, God’s timeless Truths of Eternity.
Pearls of wisdom God offers to men, when in Christ we’re Born Again,
And the pearls, spoken by Christ, become to us, the foundation of life.
As believers live to honor The Son, bringing Light of Truth to everyone,
Leading men to an Eternal Kingdom, using Truth and pearls of wisdom.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
The Dream I Chased
I chased a dream and,
I kept in my slippery hand,
You shook it,
It fell on the sand.
The bubbles burst into color
I couldn't touch it though,
It gave birth to another dream.
I chased the broken bow!
Now I am a woman of alley,
I don't chase any dream'
I don't chase the bubbles anymore
My life became a Scream!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Bitter Journey
Tired, the weary traveller trudges on
just a little further now
a whole life time's wayward journey
t'ward a fitful night's sleep.
Daydreams the distance away
each hour is the same
as weary limbs press on
destination closes in.
Remember the time when spirit ledger balanced
and food was the fantasy of forgotten dreams
now only the road
a wound that never heals.
Outwardly vivid colours appear as a procession
a lifetime of the birth/dream/death/dream/birth cycle
the waking hours doze and drift
every one is time closer to eternity.
poem by Shaun McGurgan
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God's Creation
God’s tiny creatures are everywhere, on all the lands and in the air.
Everywhere you look there’s proof, of God’s Creation and His Truth.
Various creatures in a wide array, are on this earth and on display.
Placed by God for all men to see, while pointing hearts to eternity.
They are placed by God’s hand, as evidence to help all understand,
That all of creation is of The Lord, and it is a truth, not to be ignored.
As all will stand before The Creator, but do all accept Him as Savior?
The Truth alone will judge all men, as all theories will be condemned.
Men may deny all of God’s Truth, but they will stand without excuse.
For God says through revelation, Truth is stamped on His Creation.
Learned men can not comprehend, real truth, not devised by them.
And God’s Truth stands on its own, and it exists through God alone.
All God’s Truth and eternal design, goes far above the learned mind.
It’s only simple faith that you need, to look at creation and to believe,
That The Eternal God created it all, for man all alone is awfully small.
And the man’s mind is smaller still, that continues to reject God’s will.
God’s existence does not need man, but we were put into God’s plan.
God will continue on, they will see; continue on through all of Eternity.
It’s those who reject God’s Creation, who can’t embrace His Salvation.
But they will understand and will see, that He’s The God of all Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2005)
Schisms
Going to the ends of the world
I take on new meanings and realities;
The further work entails a schism,
For wisdom has approached my door
And it has opened for this wisdom,
Forming afterwards a cloud of doubt.
This is compensation and reality,
There is a black ocean and cold dream,
Was there any further colour or light?
The end is a just man in the full health,
The ends of the plane universe
Create a new barrier, and it survives.
The meaning of this life
Is of a bird and an animal.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Isis/Osiris
i am birth - i am death
i'm an elusive symbol
for eternal come and go
for come and go
i have come - i have gone
i have shown you moira
and her restless re-creation
your own re-creation"
"never, no never the day will go down on me
within knowing him by my side
sothis, o sothis, don't pass me again
before i know how to heal
who is shattered by the forces of the night
song performed by by Xandria
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The Old And Young
Devour the old and young,
Investigate the obstacles indeed;
Let life be gorgeous as pies,
The food we offer is the food of youth.
Slippery roads to eternity are small
And slippery due to life,
May the old aged people be staff
For the young and strong.
Oppose them as they stand
With each other, with their danger.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cogito Ergo Sum
holiness is the source of our energy it is a manifestation of God's sacredness of our soul, as it is an innate aura, engulf the immortality of the soul, for the path of eternity is illuminated its sanctity of holiness
as great Jesuits theologians manifest that the way to perfection of the soul is through faith, a humble hearts is a spirit that believe the mercy of the Father, the omniscience and the omnipotent in all creation, for God is.
......... the provider and the source of life
..........that God's creation is for the fulfillment of existence.
..........the alpha and the omega of everything that exist.
..........that dominion is through out the whole universe
a wonderful fulfillment that God has given us the free will to decide, where our soul take it rest, it is a freedom of choice, of every step, we make, of where it take and end
as the great Dominicans theologian belief and stand that all we have seen and live is only part of a beautiful creation of God, perfected by His mighty architect hands, the wisdom that encompasses beyond extraterrestrial universe, as it lay down the master plan of His creation, for we have witness the loving Father of life..
.........the only loving Father, and the giver of life
.........that His kingdom awaits for our salvation..
.........the eternity is for us to live.
.........that all soul are part of His grand master plan
our faith brings us to the realm of God's wisdom, an eyes that close, leads us to see the truth of creation and the salvation we ride, our
faith is the key, to reach its destination, be aware that holiness is the door for we had already the key to perfection of our souls, the acceptance of free destination, brings us to His kingdom
great theologians have witness and lighted our salvation to the right path, the will of the father and as God destined us to go is not where our soul want to go, but rather the purity of our hearts will bring us to our faith that save our soul...... a final destination is the eternity we
have to reach... the Father who awaits us in His paradise
poem by Antonio Liao
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The falling is the constant mate of fear
The falling is the constant mate of fear,
And feel of emptiness is the feel of fright.
Who throws us the stones from the height --
And stones here refuse the dust to bear?
Once, striding in a monk’s unbending mode,
You pierced the yard from rim to other rim;
The cobble-stones and the coarse dream --
Have thirst for death and sadness of the broad-
Let Gothic shelter be in ruins turned
Where ceiling serves as a deceptive fable,
And in the heath the gaily logs don’t burn!
A few here for eternity were born;
But if your mind has only instant label
Your lot is awful and your home unstable!
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Time
Friend, as the moments tick away, we can see the end of another day,
And as time continues marching on, soon we see another year is gone.
Friend, time for no one will stand still, but it continues on by God’s will.
And time each day does not change, for every man it stays the same.
All time by God has one set pace, for every man in this human race.
The only thing that varies friend, is your own beginning and your end,
That single day of your own birth, the very day you arrived on earth.
And the day that you shall depart, from this place you had your start.
At that point again time will be, the same for all throughout eternity.
The length of time you will endure, is the time will call forevermore.
Once in eternity you have a start, you will find that you won’t depart.
Throughout eternity there is no end, this truth is fact for all my friend.
The length of the coming eternity, is the end of any and all similarity.
There is one of two places friend, where in eternity you shall spend.
For when all men from earth depart, they leave with a different heart.
Your time on the earth can not be, compared at all with your eternity.
For when your time on earth is done, you’ll see darkness or The Son.
Friend, Hell is that special place, so men don’t have to see God’s face.
Since the darkness was their delight, God made for them eternal night.
If Christ has saved you from the night, you will enter His Eternal Light.
For those who do believe in Christ, for them, God offers Eternal Life.
All other men upon their last breath, shall descend into eternal death.
For unbelievers there is no return, from the fire that will eternally burn.
In the time you have left on earth, you need to experience a new birth.
For when your time does pass away, where you go you will go to stay.
All This I Am This Creation In Me
ALL THIS I AM THIS CREATION IN ME
All this I am this creation in me
Says I can go on writing forever
Always finding new meanings
To live by-
But how do I know when
Suddenly or not, it will end
And this brain mind me
Will cease to be able
To say or see
Even one coherent sentence?
Life is life
Until it ends in Life or in Death
Please God
Let me die
Without being dead in mind while still breathing-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Princess of the night
Princess of the night.
How you travel across the nights sky and passing me by. How I dream to grow a pair of Valiant wings to reach you night princess. Oh how I dream to fly. To take on the world by storm, beside you, where you can see me. How I wish this wasnt just a dream. To talk for an eternity and travel the galaxy far. To have a scene under the radiant stars. Just one moment to be where you are. Oh night princess how you seem so far. You shall forever be in my heart.
poem by Andrue Finley
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Gerunds
'We are no fragile poets, ' he said
sipping panaceas;
no,
we bleed in these bloody times.'
Our descriptors screech-
show calluses.
Our gerunds
are heavy-laden,
participled
and unrelieved.
In our time
we've had sex
with the dark and delicious.
Our tiny lusts are autographed
on our eyelids.
We have ridden the night bull
and kissed cold similes
licked razor blades,
cut ourselves.
Our body linings
have slipped to edges-
scabs removed-
our scars exposed.
Our loves have been tattooed
on our foreheads and we consume
what we love best.
We've known villainous reprieves-
raw extremes.
We've seen our low expectations
sucked dry;
our joyless roses decline to bloom;
we have seen steeled excusings,
blatant excrescences
resent me's,
poxed regrets,
vampire ideologies,
deeply cutting debaucheries
and Unspeakeries.
We've had
our wisdom wrung
from emotion's sponge;
our oasises
have been carved from pulp existence-
our meanings extracted
from Carpathian realities.
We are no fragile poets then
opining on slippery metaphysical surfaces.
We are similes' survivors-
denizens of the electron brainscape;
voices winnowing;
down into the strangled world;
our task is, nonetheless
to re-dream all things.
Our callouses grant us the mettle,
our hearts show the way
our determination is un-sunk.
We must be the Rough Poets
eyeball to eye ball
with both Dream and Reality;
we must brandish
the seemly
against the unseemly
and remain true to Poetries.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In Poetry There Is No Poverty
there is no poverty in poetry: it is a rich world
of flowers
and magic, of images that imaginations create
a warm sun
the deep blue sea, some mysteries of words
that come
and seemingly carry with them a bountry of meanings
liberation, oblation, jubilation
expression
birds coming out from our mouths
butterflies from our
stomachs
fireworks from our minds
in multicolors
to the darkest skies
of this earth
where can poverty
be
in a world of freedom: to say what you want to say
to think what you want to think
to dream
to imagine
to find meanings where others think there are none?
the secret garden
a path
a gate
a hiding place for all of us who still believe
about life
and aftelife and life after life
temporary deaths
and temporary losses
a jump a leap to the world beyond us
to eternity
we are meant
this i think is poetry and surely
there can never be
poverty
poem by Ayi Escalona
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At Toledo
The little stones chuckle against the fields:
'We are so small: God will not think of us;
We are so old already, we have seen
So many generations blunt their ploughs,
Tilling the fields we lie in; and we dream
Of our first sleep among the ancient hills.'
The grass laughs, thinking: 'I am born and die,
And born and die, and know not birth or death,
Only the going on of the green earth.'
The rivers pass and pass, and are the same,
And I, who see the beauty of the world,
Pass, and am not the same, or know it not,
And know the world no more. O is not this
Some horrible conspiracy of things,
That I have known and loved and lingered with
All my days through, and now they turn like hosts
Who have grown tired of a delaying guest?
They cast me out from their eternity:
God is in league with their forgetfulness.
poem by Arthur Symons
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At Toledo
The little stones chuckle against the fields:
'We are so small: God will not think of us;
We are so old already, we have seen
So many generations blunt their ploughs,
Tilling the fields we lie in; and we dream
Of our first sleep among the ancient hills.'
The grass laughs, thinking: 'I am born and die,
And born and die, and know not birth or death,
Only the going on of the green earth.'
The rivers pass and pass, and are the same,
And I, who see the beauty of the world,
Pass, and am not the same, or know it not,
And know the world no more. O is not this
Some horrible conspiracy of things,
That I have known and loved and lingered with
All my days through, and now they turn like hosts
Who have grown tired of a delaying guest?
They cast me out from their eternity:
God is in league with their forgetfulness.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Shalom is not a goodbye
shalom alechem, may the faith of Abraham enkindle in our hearts,
as Jesus of the nazareth brings good tiding in our life and Allah
bless us in our journey to life after death
let the tears dried up in the cheek of every mother, that mourn and
cried, may a thousand flowers grown in the oasis of love among
our brethen who shade their blood in the dawn of forgiveness
be given mercy and peace
the tears of our beloved someone, heal our wounds of our broken
hearts, its the experience of the past, that will leads us to see and
feel the wisdom of tomorrow, for the future is certain to come and
today is time to heal
let not our dreams of happiness linger only in our minds, tasteless
to feel, in our generation to come, the joy it gives, is a heart that
forgive, may the wisdom of the prophet lives in our mist, for what is
given is to be shared to others
life is so special to live, even the angels and saints in the heaven
witness the beautiful gift of creation, not in the mighty deeds each
one is judge, but to what a profane created being can share in every
man's life has received
it is not the solid and high barriers of walls, that divert vengeance,
nor the conventional tactics of warfare that stop my anger, not
even the sophesticated arsenal of hardware can ease your pain,
lead me not to the path of chaos, its not on your glory that you
have seen mercy in your enemy
as a dream of moment to come, is a blessing of God, the
passion that was promise is everyone to be shared, it is a
covenant to be fulfilled that everyone is part of this wonderful
creation, let not all stones be shaken of fear, for i the Lord
thy God promise joy and peace, among my people
my love, stand and lives with you, till the end of time, even
the sting of death can't stop my promise, I am who I am the
Lord of Abraham, the Father of Jesus and the most Gracious
Provider Allah, will love you through out Eternity
poem by Antonio Liao
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