In Likeness of You!!!
My dearest friend
And in likeness of you
And in all that you've done
And all that I will do!
You are my mentor,
my anchor, and my sail
And in likeness of you
Your dreams will prevail.
A song so upbeat,
positive and true.
I do this to honor
The likeness of you.
poem by M. Rene Riel
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By The Locks Of My Hair
The likeness of peace and the likeness of love,
And by the locks of my hair to be with you;
However, the heavens looked down upon me and,
The earth raised me up so high! !
And like the joy of the roamnce of love,
But today, i will dedicate my heart to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Law.....
the law is the mold
where we are supposed to take shape
as though we are water or air
and it is the vessel, and
the vessel after we have been shaped
to its likeness
from its mouth tries to tell the world
that here we are
happily married to the prescribed form
all, uniform, all so cruelly shaped
to the likeness of everyone
and those who complained about the pain
is met by the adage at the gate
dura lex, sed lex
dura lex, sed lex.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Likeness
When I came forth this morn I saw
Quite twenty cloudlets in the air;
And then I saw a flock of sheep,
Which told me how these clouds came there.
That flock of sheep, on that green grass,
Well might it lie so still and proud!
Its likeness had been drawn in heaven,
On a blue sky, in silvery cloud.
I gazed me up, I gazed me down,
And swore, though good the likeness was,
'Twas a long way from justice done
To such white wool, such sparkling grass.
poem by William Henry Davies
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Babyhood
A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
A baby.
Though dark the skies or grey be,
It fills our eyes with light,
If midnight or midday be.
Love hails it, day and night,
The sweetest thing that may be
Yet cannot praise aright
A baby.
II.
All heaven, in every baby born,
All absolute of earthly leaven,
Reveals itself, though man may scorn
All heaven.
Yet man might feel all sin forgiven,
All grief appeased, all pain outworn,
By this one revelation given.
Soul, now forget thy burdens borne:
Heart, be thy joys now seven times seven:
Love shows in light more bright than morn
All heaven.
III.
What likeness may define, and stray not
From truth's exactest way,
A baby's beauty? Love can say not
What likeness may.
The Mayflower loveliest held in May
Of all that shine and stay not
Laughs not in rosier disarray.
Sleek satin, swansdown, buds that play not
As yet with winds that play,
Would fain be matched with this, and may not:
What likeness may?
IV.
Rose, round whose bed
Dawn's cloudlets close,
Earth's brightest-bred
Rose!
No song, love knows,
May praise the head
Your curtain shows.
Ere sleep has fled,
The whole child glows
One sweet live red
Rose.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Cankerworm
No childbirth,
No gestation,
No conception;
They have sown the wind and they will reap the whirwind!
Like a man's love with grapes in the wilderness,
Like a woman's love with the yoke on her fair neck,
Of an euphemism as sheep among wolves.
I knew you in the wilderness but,
Men do give gifts to harlots;
But the sweet aroma of your love is all that i need.
I will show you love and care and a ring for your nose,
But in the land of this great drought comes this love;
But that which the locusts has left i will take care of.
Like women who break wedlock in the name of harlot-homes,
That which the cankerworm has eaten will be put in order.
Behold! The likeness of fire;
They have blown the trumpet on the images of their gods.
But destruction comes like the likeness of a hand,
And i will do my best to save you.
I will give you love and care to overcome all things,
I will show the true way of doing things in times of danger;
For true love comes from the heart and,
I am ready to save you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Part of God
created in his likeness
the anger - thunder
the warning - lightning
the tears - rain
the smile - the breeze
the punishment - earthquake
lesson - the echo, memory
the trees, birds,
sea, clouds and sky
his pictorial poetry
in his likeness
i paint them
with words
that run
like a river
reflecting their beauty in me
styling them in realism
on a calm day
impressionism
on a breezy one
as the river
dances with light
modernism
when the river
shakes the
inquisitive mind
of the mysteries of life
all the blocks and angles
the river registers
as it unfolds a scroll
of god's law
surrealism
mistfilled
a river scene
i did to run away from
a mind that torments
a world that begs for
an answer to everything
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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John Ford: VI
HEW hard the marble from the mountain’s heart
Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom
Gems brighter than an April dawn in bloom,
That his Memnoniah likeness thence may start
Revealed, whose hand with high funereal art
Carved night, and chiselled shadow: be the tomb
That speaks him famous graven with signs of doom
Intrenched inevitably in lines athwart,
As on some thunder-blasted Titan’s brow
His record of rebellion. Not the day
Shall strike forth music from so stern a chord,
Touching this marble: darkness, none knows how,
And stars impenetrable of midnight, may.
So locms the likeness of thy soul, John Ford.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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A farm picture
a christian poet reading
a page of the koran
and all taken up by how god
himself could be so emotionally
worked up by the beauty
of the cattle walking in a line
on a plain, admiring, appreciating
his own creation
well men were created in his likeness
how wrong they have taken this likeness
to mean only appearances
but god fumes, curses, kills,
sometimes whole cities
all over the bibles, and if you like the koran
a christian poet lost in the lines
all about an entity, an entity
brighter than light, more eminent
than all the intelligences put together
inspired by
A Farm-Picture
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Hidden Life
To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!
Nor less to praise Him when He grants
Beyond what I can ask.
My laboring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy,
With how much tenderness He speaks,
And helps me to reply.
Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,
Such secrets to declare;
Like precious wines their taste they lose,
Exposed to open air.
But this with boldness I proclaim,
Nor care if thousands hear,
Sweet is the ointment of His name,
Not life is half so dear.
And can you frown, my former friends,
Who knew what once I was,
And blame the song that thus commends
The Man who bore the cross?
Trust me, I draw the likeness true,
And not as fancy paints;
Such honor may He give to you,
For such have all His saints.
poem by William Cowper
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Olney Hymn 47: The Hidden Life
To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!
Nor less to praise Him when He grants
Beyond what I can ask.
My laboring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy,
With how much tenderness He speaks,
And helps me to reply.
Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,
Such secrets to declare;
Like precious wines their taste they lose,
Exposed to open air.
But this with boldness I proclaim,
Nor care if thousands hear,
Sweet is the ointment of His name,
Not life is half so dear.
And can you frown, my former friends,
Who knew what once I was,
And blame the song that thus commends
The Man who bore the cross?
Trust me, I draw the likeness true,
And not as fancy paints;
Such honor may He give to you,
For such have all His saints.
poem by William Cowper
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I Saw You
The days I saw you my life was concluded,
You bedazzled me afterwards with your leering look;
It reminded me of an individual who was bolstered by excellence,
He was with this likeness, and he was with this appearance.
The glove fits, the hands are squashed by it,
As your appearance is sufficient, and I am forever in love.
That man is not here, but there,
He is not positive of his life as much as you,
He is gaining my admiration, but you are more.
Fortune bombards me now, more than bullets and stones,
The distractions are upon me now, just now.
The memory of you glistens like a simple stone of excellence,
I am dreary now, just sleepy, and my dreams are alive,
There is a morning in which I have met you,
And tomorrow will be an excellent day for us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tender Buttons [a Light in the Moon]
A LIGHT IN THE MOON
A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being overbearing, not even notwithstanding an elephant and a strict occasion, not even withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning, not even with drowning and with the ocean being encircling, not even with more likeness and any cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even more likely to be pleasing. The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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The greatest penalty of evildoing - namely, to grow into the likeness of bad men.
What was the appearance of God the Father? Like that of a man... God has the likeness of fingers and hands and a face.
quote by Benny Hinn
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An Epitaph 3 (From The Greek)
Painter, this likeness is too strong,
And we shall mourn the dead too long.
poem by William Cowper
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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
quote by Edvard Munch
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Sweet Violets
You are brief and frail and blue-
Little sisters, I am, too.
You are Heaven's masterpieces-
Little loves, the likeness ceases.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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The Relationship of Likeness and Unlikeness
Poem Title: The Relationship of Likeness and Unlikeness
Acrostic Poem 158
The Relationship of Likeness and Unlikeness.
Herbert Spencer was Guided once upon a time to write.
Establishments within the Universe Intelligence to move forward.
Relationships 'twixt the kinds of most perfect quantitative reasoning.
Equality by simple reason proving once to be, under its highest form.
Likeness of mind, of comparison through experience, by progressive wisdom.
Attention to each and every detail, coloured red or blue or green or any hue.
To Listen for a note that's not in tune, a rhyme that's not rhyme, a face not recognised.
In comparison between the likeness or unlikeness, where do we have to draw the line?
On one side we have a pass, on the other failure, what do we carry, what do we just ignore?
Now accepting the improbable, descending step by step to the lower levels of simple reasoning.
Space, Time, and Motion present themselves as a consistent trio of essential attributes.
Having Equivalence of certain states of Conciousness both serial and simultaneous.
In things that cannot be truly defined except in terms more general than themselves.
Perceived as Likeness and Unlikeness in terms to exhibit them as necessary complements.
Of each other? Let me explain. It`s best shown by comparing the relations of the two together.
For Likeness is best shown by contrast with Unlikeness as with a Flash of something Like.
Lightning, yes When a flash of Lightning for a moment dispels the Darkness
In where, when any one state of Conciousness is supplanted by another.
Knowing immediately there has been an established relationship of Unlikeness.
Established in comparison to the Darkness or of that crystal silver light.
Notice thus, then the relationship of Unlikeness is the primordial one.
Examine, is the relation in every other relation; and can itself ever be described?
Summarized in no other way than as a simple change in mind Conciousness.
Space and Time and Motion or Resistance Magnified by your true belief in GOD.
And of Higher Orders of Relations? Are severally resolvable into relations of like and unlike.?
Now who`s terms have certain specialities and complexities, where similarity was defined?
Defined as the coin tension of two con natural relations between states of consciousness.
Unlike in degree but like in kind, but coin tension we find to be just likeness in degree.
Now please try to understand my meaning, Man, Hear what I'm saying, like what I mean?
Like ness or Unlikeness the difference between Fire and Ice, Love and Hate
In between the two we can have of course coexistence, exactly alike in kind and degree.
Kinds of conciousness and states of conciousness but commonly unlike in any degree.
Echo across a valley unsustainable, or a sustained note from a wind or a stringed instrument.
Now may be interrupted by some scarcely appreciable flaw which simply serves to divide,
Exactly into two notes that sound exactly alike, Drinks of equal temperature Celsius
Slowly Love can drift into Hate linger until reality dawns then rise to an even higher state.
States of mind can be altered to comply Nearer My GOD to Thee. Meditation is the sacred Key.
poem by Philip Winchester
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After our Likeness.
Before me now a little picture lies—
A little shadow of a childish face,
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.
Fair, oval, broad-brow'd face—small, delicate head—
Transparent skin, with blue veins shining through—
All the soft outlines, beautiful and true,
Bring me the echo of the words “God said.”
Made “in our image”—sure 'tis that we see,
God's likeness, in the fair face of a child,
By the world's sin and passion undefiled—
Ay, as I look, it seems quite plain to me.
The light wherein the little features shine,
Strange, mystic light, so undefined and faint,
So far too pure for any words to paint—
'Tis a reflection of the Face divine.
Some day the earthly shadows will be cast
Across that sunshine—it may be to dim
A while the visible countenance of Him;
But 'twill be there—the likeness—to the last.
Some day the lucid waters, in which lie
Pictured those glorious lineaments, will be
Stirred up and troubled like a stormy sea;—
But they will yet re-settle—by-and-by.
They will re-settle when the soul is still'd,
Its passions, its wild longings, and its pain;
The pure reflection will shine out again
When earth's hopes are relinquish'd, unfulfill'd.
They will re-settle in those after-years
When life's hard lessons have been conned and learn'd;
Then this child's beauty will have all return'd,
More lovely for the trouble and the tears.
They will re-settle in the calm of death,
When the sweet eyes are laid asleep, and when
The heart is hush'd. Truly God's likeness then—
The mirror clear, unsullied by a breath.
Ah! while I look, and trace each tender line,
I think most of the day when I shall see
The dear face in that perfect purity,
Its mortal features clothed with the divine.
This self-same face, but with the image bright,
Nevermore undefined, and faint, and dim;
This self-same face, yet like the face of Him,
In glory and in beauty infinite.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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