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Good Friday Meditation

In Him are mirrored
All our failures
The pain of contrast
Leads to the final solution.

Injustice is man's weakness
Each new age invents new ways.
As God stood among them
His challenge, was too great.

So today beneath the stairs
Their game took new meaning
The King is crowned
By men outside 'Torah'.

Darkness that leads to death
Overshadows the sun
The winding stair,
That leads to so much pain.

Yet the pain of betrayal
Is deeper than the wounds
That ooze and drip
Red puddle forming droplets.

The gate is open, the way is set
Pass the traders,
Who yesterday,
Sought your custom

Around about the voices cry
The telling clink of money
The smell of fresh baked bread
Normality goes on without pausing.

Somewhere on the fringe
The water seller waits
The thirsty crowd
Will make his day.

The contrast of compassion
The soldiers cursed by the crowd
The victims cursed by the soldiers
All are cursed by the act.

Here is the holocaust
The murderer, and rapist
The thief, the scum of humanity
Bound in this one act of shame.

The darkness settles
The rain cannot wash this moment
From the pages of man's history
Cannot expunge our failure.

That will only be explained
Lifted from the dirt
Dealt with in full
On Sunday.

poem by James Tipp
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H's Soul

I wonder what happened to Hitler's Soul
As children cursed it around the world
At breakfast tables, under hidden floors
And at the oven doors

Lovers cursed it in their ecstasy throes
Soldiers cursed it, spitting on their boots
Marching in life and death parades
As their mothers cursed him too

Begging his Soul to be damned in Hell
Consigned with Generals that cursed it well

Where did it go, that very special Soul
Was there a space, a prison cell
Padded by the silence of his screams
That echo in our darkest dreams?

poem by Frank Bana
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Ignoti Hominibus Noti Deo

fashionable heart forecast the shadow of the future,
a bright twilight that make every paths know that leads
to the burning endless pain of flame

viewed as you see the memory lend a timing chain
that point to the beautiful star, a heroes where no
one ever touch the fuming zooming ooze of victory of
the passing day, before a little stay of today’s moment
to remember, until tomorrow’s past gain with me

like a precious step walks in the line of wonderful
moment of today, shivering, and hunting the pinnacle
of what is best for a given life, everything gone and
something has made for the show has to go on, beyond
expectation of any men

chant my echo, sing the lullaby of the baby’s breathe,
the blooming Cherry blossom sprouted like a Lilies in
the seabed’s of beautiful harmony of history, within the
harbor of brave and honor cavaliers of Soldiers grave

believe no doubt of expectation, it’s blind and had just
open the memory of great unknown to men, but known
to God

live the victory in your laurel hand and die so others
will be free ……

“Unknown to men, but known to God’ …..the waited
Soldiers lost in the memory of freedom…this poem is
dedicated.

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Falling Rain

let me tell you, beyond this time
things comes without pain
for a grown up birds, whisper when
every time the wings fall down
to the ground as the wind calls
to fly

hey not you have made the sun shine,
yet! the bright rays touches the
clouds whenever the bits of tide
shadowed the night, that leads open
wide the calmness heart that prays

wish wet my empty moment, to
remember of what will be the end
knowing that beyond today, the
falling tears leads the rain
swayed down the horizon of the sea
dream

vast of memoir gossip my tears
until, droplets of spring wait the
dawn to rise...

poem by Antonio Liao
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Water Is Not Water

Just not wet anymore.
Won't work as a door stop.
Must have some water.
WATER-WATER-WATER-WATER
In the baby bottle, SMALL BOTTLE-ok.
Just thirsty.
Want some cold WATER? ?
We don't have any water.
CRY-CRY-CRY, tears are water.
BUT-there not wet NOW.
TEARS NOT WET - TEARS NOT WET.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
DRIP rain drops - DRIP.
Clouds full of ACID RAIN.
CRY-CRY-CRY-CRY.

11/24/2006 Joe Poewhit
scribbleclub.com - defunct

JESUS SAVES

poem by Joe Poewhit
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Pain conceals Pleasure

Is it that every one
Ever seeks pleasure, never pain?
Isn’t that a woman
Courts at delivery her pain,
Or that a lad stakes his life in a battle?
Isn’t that a girl
Forgoes her parental care to flee
With her boy?
Also a beggar emptying his bowl
To the one, still poorer?
Pain, embraced, leads to Joy.
Pleasure contrived, leads to peril.
Each pain is a step towards Joy
And is a yardstick to scale the Joy.
04.08.96

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Lone Trail

Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit.
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried;
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.
And somehow you're sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs,
And you seek the risk of the by-way, and you reck not where it leads.
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the togue swells out of the mouth,
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drouth.
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire,
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goded desire.
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows,
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes.
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones,
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones.
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea,
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily.
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze,
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees.
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain;
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you're fain.
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain.

Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end.
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you.

poem by Robert William Service
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Rain, Rain Go Away

Rain in the morning, pouring at noon,
rain in the evening, it's like a monsoon.
The clouds have opened in the skies.
It's like the heavens have tears in their eyes.

But the sorrow that's brought this rain to fall
can be blamed on man who made the call.
We've cursed our earth with our greedy ways
with nuclear radiation bringing the end of days.

Astonishingly, even the steady rain
can't wash away this nuclear pain.
It will poison all that it falls upon
instead of cleansing each brand new dawn.

And who are the creatures that have no respect?
They are soulless bodies without intellect.
Shame on we who've allowed them free rein
to inflict their evil and create this pain.

It's an abomination and they're all insane.
God help us all.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Cursed

I have been cursed.
From the very early start.
Rape and abuse.
Hurt and pain.
Is all I've ever known.

I have been left cursed.
By the seedy thing you did.
Left with flashbacks.
Left with hell.

Unable to trust.
Unable to forget
Cant move on

I am cursed by you.
By what you did to me

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Cycle Of My Emotions

Love leads to pain
Pain leads to hatred
Hatred leads to sorrow
Sorrow leads to despair
Despair leads to pleasure
Pleasure leads to happiness
Happiness leads to love
Love leads to pain

poem by Evy Moore
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Calm On The Water

In a dream I was walkin in a beautiful field
I was gathering flowers at the foot of a hill
When a bright light descended and it spread oer the land
Jesus stood on the mountain and he held out his hand
Then he came down from the mountain, headed down to the sea
And the children strowed flowers in the path at his feet
And he was filled with compassion and the beasts from the wild
Came as gentle as lambs and they all walked at his side
Theres a calm on the water, a hush in the crowd
Theres peace in the valley, theres a stillness about
Theres a light in the darkness, theres joy in his love
Aint that a wonderful feelin, let us lift him up
Then he suddenly vanished from the crowd down below
Reappeared on the mountain in a radiant glow
He said your questions are many but the answer is love
Ill draw all men unto me if I be lifted up
Theres a calm on the water, a hush in the crowd
Theres peace in the valley, theres a stillness about
Theres a light in the darkness, theres joy in his love
There is life everlasting, let us lift him up
He said if i
Be lifted up
He said if I be lifted up, what did he say
He said if i
Be lifted up
He said if I be lifetd up
Lets lift him higher and higher
And higher and higher each day
Lets lift him up
He said if i
Be lifted up
Oh if I be lifted up
Theres a calm on the water, a hush in the crowd
Theres peace in the valley, theres a stillness about
Theres a light in the darkness, and joy in his love
Its a wonderful feelin, lift him up
He said if i
Be lifted up
He said if I be lifted up, thats what he said
He said if i
Be lifted up
If I be lifted up

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Forever In Love

Love leads to laughter
Love leads to pain
With you by my side
I feel good times again

Never have I felt
These feelings before
You showed me the world
How can I ask for more

And although there's confusion
We'll find a solution
To keep my heart close to you

And I know

song performed by by A1 from Here We Come
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You Are The Pain (part 2)

You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Of That We Know...

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.