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The Forever Light

Forever remains
that beauty in light,
divinity and enlightenment,
capturing souls craving
perfection within storms.
Magic breeds innocence,
while youth captures freedom,
Certified. Day by day.
Repeated.
Day by day. Certified.
Freedom captures youth
while innocence breeds magic.
Storms - within perfection,
craving souls capturing
enlightenment and divinity.

Light, in beauty,
that remains forever

poem by Starr Severon
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Innocence Is Affirmation Verification Of Light

Innocence is not an absence of legal guilt
Innocence is not freedom from specific wrongs
Innocence is a quality state of freedom from sins guilt

loss of innocence no integral part
of maturity necessary coming of age
awareness of world pain suffering evil

Innocence is not absence of normative experience
Innocence is not ignorance not knowing evil
Innocence is affirmation a naked sinless nature
Innocence is choice verification of brilliant divinity light

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection

Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?

Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Innocence Is A Harmonic Restoration Seed

innocence is a blessing easily tarnished
innocence sees beauty even in dark souls
innocence has belief to calm brutal beasts
innocence is a sacred gift easily forfeit lost

innocence has faith to restore hardened hearts
innocence has vision to invoke creative remedies
innocence is a unique seed of passion harmonies
innocence has truth to see path to restorations
innocence has patience to work new miracles

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dance Freedom In Every Heartbeat

if we cannot dance
with love and freedom
in our hearts for all

then we cannot hear
the rhythm of love
written into all beauty

that remains
in our heart
beat world

that remains
in beautiful
gentle souls

that remains
in gift love
softly sung

that remains in God’s
original gift vision
for created humanity

all souls
dancing to sacred
rhythm life

are previous
unique hearts
bliss wonder

all dancers
smile laugh
breathe love

Inspired by the poem ‘Heartbeat’ by Unwritten Soul.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Be the master of emotion.

Comforts breed irresistance.
Kindness breeds cowardice.
Hatred breeds blindness.
Ignorance breeds innocence.
Treat them as your servants.
10.05.2001, Pmdui

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Few

I am different on the few who do wrong,
They fought forever on the sides of music;
Inner beauty was against them, for they carried
Great effort.
Puzzles were solved by the evil ones,
Their laughter said anger, and zeal
For the sides to win that were adored.
We only fix a station of contemplation
That attached significance.
We only give remedy to a woman or man
Of perfection.
He or she is a child of innocence, an adult of pride,
Forming inside their soul is a new bright light
That shimmers and wonders for all time.
Inner beauty has played a game inside the worrying mind,
So that philosophers think of beauty itself.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Actual Beauty!

Beauty without love will meet with the fate of Dorian Gray!
Beauty is the outer make up to make one look better;
Actual beauty differs from apparent one in almost all cases.

Actual beauty is inner love glowing bright out attractive at once;
True beauty is inner beauty naturally impressive in all respects.

Beauty lies in the perfection of thoughts, words and deeds in all;
Beauty is truth, perfection, love, freedom, joy and peace in one!

Art is a work of beauty as adequate expression only can complete it;
Poetry is an art as it makes beauty out of chaos logically meaningful.
Architectural work of Pyramid or Pisa is a frozen beauty of symmetry!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Galatea (a riff)

What perfection in eye and cheek,
She shifts her body, I cannot speak,
Her back's soft light of muscled bone
That I would frame in marble stone;

What arrogance in handheld tool
That I could take what's learned in school
And reproduce her subtle beauty
Oh Pygmalion, you fail in duty.

With grace she moves to part the curtain,
In dusky light she stands uncertain
To check the time she has to pose,
What innocence denied of clothes.

Oh Artist here stands your Art
With breathing lips, a beating heart,
She turns to me, head over shoulder,
Complains to me, the room's grown colder.

I take an iron and stoke the coals,
How burns the furnace of my soul,
Oh I would warm her in my arms,
Would violation arouse alarm?

But she resumes her model perch,
Her innocence I would not besmirch,
But I am poor and ill-equipped
To carve the ivory of her hip.

Her perfection stalls my hand
It overcomes my code as man,
I kneel before her radiant beauty
And as an artist forget my duty

poem by David McLansky
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Enlightenment Dawns

faith whispered
always remember
I will never forget you
always believe in you

take care
real life begins
as youth matures

leaves
embryo parent
world

marking thought
presence
in decision places

freedom whispered
make mistakes
now as youth learns

stretch out
imagination keys
open doors

fear not
learning demands
experiences

boldly embraced
to etch wisdom
into embryo souls
enlightenment dawns

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Elighten And Enlightenment

something disturbs
me about the verb

to enlighten and the
word

enlightenment:

as a kid,
-i mean when i was, ....
sometimes I am.... childish and
and unworried irresponsible....party no party gay...-

being enlightened

had to have

some connection with light...

the sun of the day's light,
the candle's light by night,

someone flashes light into your face with force,

or
someone deprive you from light so you can see it
better...

as a kid

light and enlightenment

were two identical twins....

it took me

years....
i mean decades....to figure out that

being enlightened

has nothing to do with light
(any form of photonic, electric-magnet, hi frequency vibration, and strings energy....)

a touch is is an enlightenment,

being disturbed is an enlightenment,

freeing you chest is one of the greatest personal discovery....

being nice is an enlightenment...

being a prince-
....high rank, no starts, multi-galaxies explorer, self earned respect-

being a f-Uker in a good way...i Woman's energy sucker....

poem by Atef Ayadi
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Magic

I believe there is magic here
It's in buried treasure under the sea
In the music that drifts out on the street
It's in the barflies drinking their beer
I believe there's magic here
This crazy rock has got a lot
Of romance and sex appeal
It's lazy days with Hemingway
And I gotta say that it captures me still
'Cause I believe there's magic in those beachside dives
Under the moon as it's changing the tides
Friends they go away, then they reappear
I believe there is magic here
This crazy rock has got a lot
Of romance and sex appeal
It's lazy days with Hemingway
And I gotta say that it captures me still
'Cause I believe there's magic in those beachside dives
Under the moon as it's changing the tides
Friends they go away, then they reappear
I believe there is magic here
Friends they go away, then they reappear
I believe there is magic
A whole lotta magic
I believe there is magic here
I believe there is magic
A whole lotta magic

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Eyes Craving Sight

Eyes craving sight
Ears craving sounds
Voice craving words
Hands craving a touch

You've seen the light
Emerging from the grounds
All light allures
You've touched too much

And now you're standing soundless mute
Eyeless and blind in earthly mansions
To find out your body is but a diving suit
Plunged into all three dimensions

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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We've Got The Magic

All I need is a place in my heart
To keep me happy 'til the day I die
All I want is a place in my soul
To reach up far and touch the sky
It's magic
We've got the smile that'll make you laugh (ha)
A special way to show you it's real
Some people think it's a touch of class
But you know it's just the way we feel
It's magic
We've got the magic, deep in our souls
We've got the magic, to play rock-n-roll
We've got the magic, to never grow old
Can't you hear the sound, in the air
Can't wait to show this magic inside
Gonna bust out and spread it wide
Can't you hear what we're trying to say
Feeling's gettin' stronger everyday
It's magic
We've got the magic, deep in our souls
We've got the magic, to play rock-n-roll
We've got the magic, to never grow old
Can't you hear the sound, in the air (whoa yeah)
We've got the magic, deep in our souls (yeah)
We've got the magic, to play rock-n-roll
We've got the magic, we'll never grow old
We've got the magic
We've got the magic
We've got the magic
You've got the magic
So take it on home
We've got the magic, deep in our souls
We've got the magic, to play rock-n-roll
We've got the magic, it's magic, magic (whoa-oh)

song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Yogi post-it to William Carlos Williams

Thanks for leaving one…

I can only say,
that in the passing moment
the cold perfection of that plum
reflected my perfection
reflecting all perfection

and the beauty of that moment
was but my own beauty
which must be, is, the beauty of the One

so I hope the remainder
were as perfect, beautiful
for you

so why not
write a poem about this?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Eve (original beauty)

She stood naked in the garden
With more beauty
Than the first full bloom rose,
The kind and depth of
Beauty
God in Heaven only knows.
The kind of
Beauty that is deep and wild,
The kind of
Beauty lost like the days of a child,
The kind of
Beauty mankind
Has been trying desperately
(without realization)
Forever to find.
The kind of
Beauty
God has put upon
Every souls mind.
The kind of
Beauty
That forever causes God
To call us:
'Mine! '
The kind of original beauty
God understands,
The kind of beauty awaiting
The return of each woman, and man.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Thru The Eyes Of Ruby

Wrap me up in always, and drag me in with maybes
Your innocence is treasure, your innocence is death
Your innocence is all I have
Breathing under water, and living under glass, and
(chorus)
If you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
To appear to disappear
Beneath all your darkest fears
I believe in never, I believe in all the way
But belief is not to notice, belief is just some faith
And faith cant help you to escape
And with this ring I wed thee true
And with this ring I wed thee now
And with this ring I play so dead
But no ones asking for the truth, so let me tell you
(chorus)
To the reveleations of fresh faced youth
No one will come to save you
So speak your peace in the murmurs drawn
But youth is wasted on the young
Your strength is my weakness, your weakness my hate
My love for you just cant explain
Why were forever frozen, forever beautiful
Forever lost inside ourselves
The night has come to hold us young

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Bliss Beams Light

Bursting bright, baring intimate enlightenment,
ecstastatic surprise spans souls sharing insight.
Light weaving laughter assuages inhibitions -
henceforth superfluous - brings belonging's magic
Eternal bliss personnified, naught denied: Song of Songs is this.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Stolen Innocence

Her face is beauty
Yet marred by the pain in her eyes.
The tears she sheds
Fall to the ground
Like liquid diamonds
And shatter there alone.
And I cry for her
Stolen Innocence.

Tis a beautiful thing,
The raw purity of
Innocence in Youthful Bloom.
It's meant to last forever.
Meant to eternally bless those
Endowed with such a gift.
But when choice is stolen
And Beauty turns to Brokenness
I weep for its
Stolen Innocence.

poem by Sunny Grace
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Life In Symbols

Who died?
Someone
has or will?

Unless I let the fantail
symbol of death
fluttering around flying

within this
room
in this house

out through the
open doorway to
freedom to life.

Who died?
Is it my place
to restore life

or preserve
life or
reestablish

quality life?
Too many soulless
echo minds

are cast away lost upon
material dreams
ever remaining soulless.

Input equals output.
Hate breeds hate.
Love breeds love.

Prosperity
Peace
Restoration.

Eventual
Enlightenment
Individualized.

Unive rsal
Harmony
Beckons.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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To This Moment a Rebel

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,
Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms.
Make proud and secure by such forces as these,
You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.

When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire
To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire,
Why should I decline what I cannot avoid?
And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroyed?

Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me,
Her beauty's inclined, or why should it pursue me?
And Wit has to Pleasure been ever a friend,
Then what room for Despair, since Delight is Love's end?

There can be no danger in sweetness and youth,
Where Love is secured by good nature and truth;
On her beauty I'll gaze and of pleasure complain
While every kind look adds a link to my chain.

'Tis more to maintain than it was to surprise,
But her Wit leads in triumpth the slave of her eyes;
I beheld, with the loss of my freedom before,
But hearing, forever must serve and adore.

Too bright is my Goddess, her temple too weak:
Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break.
Help, Love! I dissolve in a rapture of charms
At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms.

poem by Lord John Wilmot
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