~mother~
To love and protect from all things bad,
To project her love into your heart,
Her life is yours just like her heart,
She prays your good,
She prays your smart,
She prays you'll never break her heart,
Of all the things you ever do...
remember a mothers love...for me and for you.
poem by Justagirl Mackay
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On Those Days One Prays
When one prays,
A seeking from the outside...
Begins within!
To identify miracles,
One must sit in a quietness...
That has come to visit upon request.
When one prays...
The mind should be at rest.
When one prays,
A thankfulness should be first expressed.
With an appreciation for those blessings,
One sometimes ignores but gets!
When one prays.
When one prays,
A seeking from the outside...
Begins within!
To identify miracles,
One must sit in a quietness...
That has come to visit upon request.
When one prays...
The mind should be at rest.
With a confession professed,
As a thankfulness one expresses.
On those days one prays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somebody Prays
Somebody is happy
Somebody is fun
Somebody enjoys life
Then the devil puts them on the run.
Somebody has a problem
Somebody gets involved
Somebody reaches grace
Somebody prays a prayer
And the problem is dissolved.
Thanks to somebody who prays
That maybe doesn't even know me.
But prays a prayer daily
For all whom they do not see.
Thanks for your encouragement
Thank you
For some days life gets odd.
Thanks for caring about me
Thanks for knowing God.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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The Heretic Prays
the heretic kneels
by the old willow tree
alone in the darkness
with life....
and prays....
with no need for salvation,
redemption, or change....
no thought of self,
of need and want,
he just lets go...
and prays....
nameless, part of all....
formless, evolving forms.....
from soul to spirit....
becoming....
the scripture of small creatures,
the hymns of the wind.....
eternity unleashed in each moment.....
the heretic prays!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My heart in the world
My heart cries
for change in the world
My heart bleeds
for peace in the world
My heart seeks
fullness in the world
My heart beats
for love in the world
My heart howls
for sanity in the world
My heart hopes
for greatness in the world
My heart fades
for hate in the world
My heart dies
for life in the world
My heart prays
for faith in the world
My heart crawls
for growth in the world
but the world
spills my heart like water held in its hand
poem by Poppie Mira
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I love you, my love
I love you, my love
My heart says…
Be there for me,
My soul prays…
You’re in my thoughts
My mind says…
I am all yours…
My body says…
Mind, body, soul, heart
They all say, pray and
Beseech you…my love
Don’t ever leave me.
I’ll love you...
With all my nights
And days, in as many
Ways, my tender love
Allows me to sing ~
Songs of your praise.
You are my life’s craze.
I’ll fill your wintry life
With the warmth of my
Love’s rays…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Mother Teresas Prays!
A CHILD is borne with aids,
her only hope, mother teresas
beatiful tears.
A WOMEN crying for help, starts
to cut her wrist, still mother teresa
prays.
A MAN sells him self for drugs, still
mother teresa prays.
A world with to many guns,, still
mother teresa prays....
poem by David Gerardino
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Love heals too...
heart romantic
feelings galore
in love
pounding hard
bursting tears
words amiss
love untold
met day before
seems eons
love oozes
love pours
love hurts
so sensuous
love heals too
moments come
so they go
spent with
not a myth
they stay
love it is
paves the way
face serene
love embedded
heart on sleeve
a beat there
mine reciprocates
hopes, prays and wishes
granted, loved and blessed
- to you my love
poem by Senthil Kumar B
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A Firewall
Lost I am and I know a firewall you have placed to keep me away from you. Just ask my sad heart that how much pain I am in without you. My empty heart prays that you remember me still. A hope I have but maybe it can be false. Your memories I still hold close to my heart as I really loved you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The Divine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God our Father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is man, His child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Devine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is man, his child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine;
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.
poem by William Blake
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The friar who prays in god's name prays for two.
Sonnet: The Man of Wisdom!
Most labor for immediate good returns;
Some work all life to pull off great a feat;
For benefits and earthly gains, heart yearns;
We always want success to come and greet!
The man of wisdom does not wish for these;
He does his duties all whole-heartedly;
He only wants at mind and heart some peace;
He prays to God all life repeatedly!
All earthly things are transient, worthless;
Our stay on earth prepares our soul for God;
Our needs of life God gives, nevertheless;
This human life’s most precious gift from Lord!
God’s blessings give anyone good awards;
God-willingly anyone gets rewards.
7-2-2006
poem by John Celes
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Just a heartache
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
My world is ending
My life is blending
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
I know he was not the one
He was only in for the sun
I couldn't control my heart
It was too smart
Love is an art
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
Your ego was growing
My love was flowing
Your love never started
My love was charted
Your smile shined
But your eyes were lined
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
Now I know love is sacred
And that you can't usually break it
I learned that there is love
It floats in like a dove
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
My head is ringing
My love is singing
I told my heart quit
And for it to sit
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
My world may be ending
My life may be blending
Bu he wasn't the one
he only wanted sun
So i have to let is go
I have to let my pain flow
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
My world is ending
My life is blending
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
poem by Lillie Ellis
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Sonnet: Humility versus Pride
The man with pride does things all on his own,
And uses influence and clout en way;
He pays such hefty sums as payment down,
For getting something done on any day!
The humble man does whatever he can
And leaves the rest to God to whom he prays;
He knows all things cannot be done by man;
Impossible things happen as God says!
The former wins life’s game very early,
But Time deprives him of all things he gets;
The latter struggles till the last dearly;
But triumphs clearly despite umptine debts!
The humble heart is exalted by God;
The proud person is bestowed divine rod!
poem by John Celes
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A cry from an indian wife
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;
We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell
What mighty ills befall our little band,
Or what you'll suffer from the white man's hand?
Here is your knife! I thought 'twas sheathed for aye.
No roaming bison calls for it to-day;
No hide of prairie cattle will it maim;
The plains are bare, it seeks a nobler game:
'Twill drink the life-blood of a soldier host.
Go; rise and strike, no matter what the cost.
Yet stay. Revolt not at the Union Jack,
Nor raise Thy hand against this stripling pack
Of white-faced warriors, marching West to quell
Our fallen tribe that rises to rebel.
They all are young and beautiful and good;
Curse to the war that drinks their harmless blood.
Curse to the fate that brought them from the East
To be our chiefs--to make our nation least
That breathes the air of this vast continent.
Still their new rule and council is well meant.
They but forget we Indians owned the land
From ocean unto ocean; that they stand
Upon a soil that centuries agone
Was our sole kingdom and our right alone.
They never think how they would feel to-day,
If some great nation came from far away,
Wresting their country from their hapless braves,
Giving what they gave us--but wars and graves.
Then go and strike for liberty and life,
And bring back honour to your Indian wife.
Your wife? Ah, what of that, who cares for me?
Who pities my poor love and agony?
What white-robed priest prays for your safety here,
As prayer is said for every volunteer
That swells the ranks that Canada sends out?
Who prays for vict'ry for the Indian scout?
Who prays for our poor nation lying low?
None--therefore take your tomahawk and go.
My heart may break and burn into its core,
But I am strong to bid you go to war.
Yet stay, my heart is not the only one
That grieves the loss of husband and of son;
Think of the mothers o'er the inland seas;
Think of the pale-faced maiden on her knees;
One pleads her God to guard some sweet-faced child
That marches on toward the North-West wild.
The other prays to shield her love from harm,
To strengthen his young, proud uplifted arm.
Ah, how her white face quivers thus to think,
Your tomahawk his life's best blood will drink.
She never thinks of my wild aching breast,
Nor prays for your dark face and eagle crest
Endangered by a thousand rifle balls,
My heart the target if my warrior falls.
O! coward self I hesitate no more;
Go forth, and win the glories of the war.
Go forth, nor bend to greed of white men's hands,
By right, by birth we Indians own these lands,
Though starved, crushed, plundered, lies our nation low...
Perhaps the white man's God has willed it so
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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That Pretty Girl in the Army
“Now I often sit at Watty’s, when the night is very near
With a head that’s full of jingles – and the fumes of bottled beer;
For I always have a fancy that, if I am over there
When the Army prays for Watty, I’m included in the prayer.
“It would take a lot of praying, lots of thumping on the drum,
To prepare our sinful, straying, erring souls for Kingdom Come,
But I love my fellow-sinners! And I hope upon the whole,
That the Army gets a hearing when it prays for Watty’s soul.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Josie
Were gonna break out the hats and hooters
When josie comes home
Were gonna rev up the motor scooters
When josie comes home to stay
Were gonna park in the street
Sleep on the beach and make it
Throw down the jam till the girls say when
Lay down the law and break it
When josie comes home
When josie comes home
So good
Shes the pride of the neighborhood
Shes the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire
Jo would you love to scrapple
Shell never say no
Shine up the battle apple
Well shake em all down tonight
Were gonna mix in the street
Strike at the stroke of midnight
Dance on the bones till the girls say when
Pick up whats left by daylight
When josie comes home
When josie comes home
So bad
Shes the best friend we ever had
Shes the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire
When josie comes home
So good
Shes the pride of the neighborhood
Shes the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire
song performed by by Steely Dan
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A Mahomedan Ship Fireman
UP from the oven pit,
The hell where poor men toil,
At the sunset hour he comes
Clean-clothed, washed from soil.
On the fo'c's'le head he kneels,
His face to the hallowed West.
He prays, and bows and prays.
Does he pray for death and rest?
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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To Love You More
Take me back in the arms I love
Need me like you did before
Touch me once again
And remember when
There was no one that you wanted more
Don't go you know you will break my heart
She won't love you like I will
I'm the one who'll stay
When she walks away
And you know I'll be standing here still
I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
See me as if you never knew
Hold me so you can't let go
Just believe in me
I will make you see
All the things that your heart needs to know
I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
And some way all the love that we had can be saved
Whatever it takes we'll find a way
I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
song performed by by Celine Dion from Let's Talk About Love
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Hi Mom; Remember me?
Tissue warning.
Her eyes abrim with unshed tears
She tries her best to hide her fears.
But tells her beads compulsively.
Her soldier son a fighting man.
Is serving in Afghanistan.
She prays for him continuously.
She prays he will soon be home again
And bring an ending to the pain.
She cannot hide effectively.
But those of us who love her know
She is prepared to undergo
Her sufferings stoically.
It is her choice to hide her fears
It is her choice to hold back tears.
So we pretend we cannot see.
It is our choice to show respect
We know she’s trying to protect
us from sharing in her misery
but we have a secret too
We know her soldier son is due
to land almost immediately.
But he swore us to secrecy
Though we agreed reluctantly
We will stay with her until we see.
Him say “ Hi Mom remember me.”
The she will let her tears flow free
whilst she is smiling joyfully.
Sunday,22 January 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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