The Rebel Bard Is King
The rebellious poet creating his authentic truth
Older than pyramids but speaking for youth
Constantly bending genre, he is so diverse
Creating new dimensions with metaphor in verse
He’s an actor, a prophet, and a superhero to
He’s a killer, a leader he is anything but you
He sat with pharaoh’s and drank brandy with kings
Ate peaches with angels that were playing harp strings
The ruler of millions of planets he gave birth
An exploding star with infinite worth
With his words only he can stop time
poem by Sam Edison
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Today... 'The Faithful Witness
Faithful Witness from before creations birth
The greatest ruler of all the kings on earth
He's the firstborn to have risen from the dead
The King of all kings is now our Living Head
The world is changing and people drift away
Yet still the Faithful Witness is here today
Firstborn of the dead, Ruler of God's kingdom
He's the One Who was and is and is to come
To Him may all the glory for ever be
For by His blood He cleansed us and set us free
Solemn words are spoken from the Great Amen
As we hear Him speaking to the church again.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Man And Bottle
Just an empty brandy bottle by the door
An empty bottle standing on the floor
Last week 'twas worth a carpenter's day's pay
But now it isn't worth taking away.
Last week 'twas full of brandy to the top
But in it now there's not a single drop
Just like a candy box without the candy
What value a brandy bottle without brandy?
The man who drank the brandy he is dead
Like all dead men a pine box is his bed
He rests in peace where all dead people lay
Six foot under graveyard earth and clay.
He drank the brandy and then drove his car
But alas the poor man did not travel far
His car left the road and crashed against a tree
And with his life he paid for gluttony.
Next time you're in a bar and have to drive a car, do think
Hard liquor is a thing you ought not drink
Spare a thought for the poor man who drank the brandy
And ask the publican for a beer shandy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Birth Of The King
Verse one
Sages have come from far following one bright star
Telling us where thou art from heaven
The king of kings, lord is the word he brings
Praise of the nazarene the angels will sing
Chorus
Jesus born unto mary in bethlehem
The angels herald the pietas in the magi,
Ardent wouldnt tarry to find him,
Enshrine him, glorify him
Verse two
Frankincense, gold and myrrh honor the saviors birth
The highest praise on earth
The angels will sing of him, the trinity begins
Voices will ring, amen the birth of the king
Chorus two
Jesus, joseph and mary of israel, isiahs
Miracle augured befell
The coming of christ as the star from the east will tell
The first noel our load emmanuel
Verse three
Sages have come from far following one bright star
Telling us who thou art from heaven
The king of kings, lord is the word he brings
Praise of the nazarene, the angels will sing
Of the birth of the king
The angels will sing of the birth of the king
The angels will sing of the birth of the king
song performed by by Clint Black
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pharaoh
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
You remember the magic and the gods,
But you forgot where they came from,
You are still playing in the sand,
You should be flying amongst the stars,
While you stumble around,
Looking for fertile ground,
Our bodies fill the mound!
Hearts tightly wound,
Waiting for you to run aground,
You still trying to keep their secrets,
Secrets you don't understand,
Wish you could just be a man!
Oh lord deliver me from this land!
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
Look deep within your heart, find the truth,
Where do we come from, us on planet earth?
Who are we and where are we going to?
What is our true reality?
Time for you to fulfil your destiny,
Kings must lead and serve the many,
Before they can fly amongst the stars!
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
Hey......Pharaoh, who do you think you are?
Hey......Pharaoh, who do you think you are?
23 May 2012
NYC
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Looking For Christmas
Verse one
Im looking for christmas, Ive gotta find
Christmas, flying back in my mind
Does anyone know of this christmas, a long ago christmas
Sleigh bells ringing, carolers singing
Only bringing the long traveled message of love
Verse two
Im looking for christmas, in time for this
Christmas, a day far and away
And could a star show me christmas,
The town of old christmas
Where truth is ringing, a virgins
Bringing the newborn king and the
Lords own messiah of love
Chorus one
And I close my eyes and Im kneeling there in the stall,
And could I be the wine man, sharing his wisdom,
Creating a kingdom for all
Verse three
Im looking for christmas, I know Ill find christmas
Imparted right from the start
And everyone knows of this christmas
The very first christmas
Where christ is guiding, all with tidings
Still his light is residing here in us all
Chorus two
And I close my eyes, and a thousand lifetimes recall
Arent we all wise magi, sharing his wisdom,
Creating a kingdom
As born on this christmas and each christmas day
We are sharing his wisdom creating a kingdom
As born on this christmas and each
Christmas day that shall fall
song performed by by Clint Black
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Looking For Christmas[Reprise]
Verse one
Im looking for christmas, Ive gotta find
Christmas, flying back in my mind
Does anyone know of this christmas, a long ago christmas
Sleigh bells ringing, carolers singing
Only bringing the long traveled message of love
Verse two
Im looking for christmas, in time for this
Christmas, a day far and away
And could a star show me christmas,
The town of old christmas
Where truth is ringing, a virgins
Bringing the newborn king and the
Lords own messiah of love
Chorus one
And I close my eyes and Im kneeling there in the stall,
And could I be the wine man, sharing his wisdom,
Creating a kingdom for all
Verse three
Im looking for christmas, I know Ill find christmas
Imparted right from the start
And everyone knows of this christmas
The very first christmas
Where christ is guiding, all with tidings
Still his light is residing here in us all
Chorus two
And I close my eyes, and a thousand lifetimes recall
Arent we all wise magi, sharing his wisdom,
Creating a kingdom
As born on this christmas and each christmas day
We are sharing his wisdom creating a kingdom
As born on this christmas and each
Christmas day that shall fall
song performed by by Clint Black
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Monotones
Because there is but one truth;
Because there is but one banner;
Because there is but one light;
Because we have with us our youth
Once, and one chance and one manner
Of service, and then the night;
Because we have found not yet
Any way for the world to follow
Save only that ancient way;
Whosoever forsake or forget,
Whose faith soever be hollow,
Whose hope soever grow grey;
Because of the watchwords of kings
That are many and strange and unwritten,
Diverse, and our watchword is one;
Therefore, though seven be the strings,
One string, if the harp be smitten,
Sole sounds, till the tune be done;
Sounds without cadence or change
In a weary monotonous burden,
Be the keynote of mourning or mirth;
Free, but free not to range;
Taking for crown and for guerdon
No man's praise upon earth;
Saying one sole word evermore,
In the ears of the charmed world saying,
Charmed by spells to its death;
One that chanted of yore
To a tune of the sword-sweep's playing
In the lips of the dead blew breath;
Therefore I set not mine hand
To the shifting of changed modulations,
To the smiting of manifold strings;
While the thrones of the throned men stand,
One song for the morning of nations,
One for the twilight of kings.
One chord, one word, and one way,
One hope as our law, one heaven,
Till slain be the great one wrong;
Till the people it could not slay,
Risen up, have for one star seven,
For a single, a sevenfold song.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Love of the stars
On the suburb of the Universe
the Beta star has lighted up.
I am here to make a verse
For those who are grown up.
His Majesty the Alpha star has seen her
and has fallen in love at first sight.
His nights has become so bright,
and somewhere even white.
At once he has sent her a ray of love
wishing to be her beloved.
Her Excellency the Beta star
has received that ray of love
and was so happy.
She flashed brighter,
her life has become lighter.
She has sent the ray of love in return
and her heart began to burn.
His Majesty the Alpha star
has accepted the ray of love from her
and went on to transfer his love.
He was so happy and has sent her a passionate kiss
for her to remember him and miss.
The Beta star has sent a passionate kiss in return,
and their passionate kisses have met in the Universe,
and of course, have flashed with passion.
They gave birth to so many new stars,
later they’ve become czars
in the sky, in the world
which is always twirled,
their love occupied the whole Universe and our Earth.
Now, every certain period of time,
the Alpha star and the Beta star
come to each other
as close as their orbits allow.
This fact we have to avow.
Creating new stars their closeness has become a magnetic one,
magnetic storms of love.
Every time when they approach to each other,
They both begin to spin,
to spin faster and without a sin,
always knowing:
every meeting will be a win.
Their forces become stronger,
and when they finally release their energy,
they send it to all the planets.
the Sun starts shining brighter,
the Moon and the Earth
and the whole Universe are in the rays of love.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Thought is constantly creating problems that way and then trying to solve them. But as it tries to solve them it makes it worse because it doesn't notice that it's creating them, and the more it thinks, the more problems it creates.
quote by David Bohm
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The Birth Of The King
Sages have come from far
Following one bright star
Telling us where thou art
From heaven the King of kings,
Lord is the word he brings
Praise of the Nazarene
The angels will sing.
Chorus:
Jesus, born unto Mary in Bethlehem
The angels herald the pietas in
The magi, ardent wouldn't tarry to find him,
Enshrine him, glorify him.
Frankincense, gold and myrrh
Honor the Savior's birth
The highest praise on earth
The angels will sing of Him,
The trinity begins
Voices will ring, Amen
The birth of the King.
Chorus Two:
Jesus, Joseph and Mary of Israel,
Isiah's miracle augured befell
The coming of Christ as the star
From the East will tell
The first noel our Load Emmanuel.
Sages have come from far
Following one bright star
Telling us who thou art
From heaven the king of kings,
Lord is the word he brings
Praise of the Nazarene,
The angels will sing
Of the birth of the King.
The angels will sing of
The birth of the King.
(The angels will sing of
The birth of the king)... (x8)
song performed by by Clint Black
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My Soul
my soul is from a distant star
my star offers open dwelling
to every loving soul
spirits guide my path
i read the works of souls
a part of me belongs to every age
yesterday i exchanged emails with a
man in the nineteen 90s
cris crossing dimensions
creating endless bubbles
thought reality dream
energy floating through space
i watched lovingly as man evolved
angelic under the stars
from the mighty ape
am i living? am I dead?
perhaps unborn?
mystery is an infinite part of me
my path is the path of
ever continuing
self discovery
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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spatial dimensions,
infinity implies change
thus creating time.
haiku by Diane Hine
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Infinetry
If the universe is of infinite size
On just one planet would life arise?
Or are there many where life can swarm,
Advanced like us and of similar form?
In lands bizarre and on planets strange,
Do alien writers their words arrange?
So do we live in a universe
Where infinite poets write infinite verse?
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Where is Christmas
Where is Christmas that holy night when a star shone out
so clear and bright.
Where is Christmas when a child was born and there in a
manger he lay meek and forlorn.
Where is Christmas with sherpherds and kings with beautiful angles
on silken wings.
Have we forgotten this Christmas story or do we just think it is full of pomp and glory; yes a king was born but he had no crown and his palace was a stable in Bethlehem Town.
There were no trumpets to the sound of his birth, although he was king of all kings to rule over the earth.
He had no gifts of white steeds to ride, just a lamb and a donkey
that lay by is side; with Christmas tidings brought from a far by
by kings and sherperds that followed a star
So where is Christmas this one of long ago, is it forfotten or do we really want to know.
We light up our homes with celebration in mind and every year we
think is Christmas becoming a bind.
We must stop and think and show some compasion and stop
spending money as if it is going out of fashion.Lets look at
Christmas and set this story in our hearts
before it is lost forever and it's meaning departs.
Christmas is a time for giving because the Lord gave us his son
so let the celebration of his birth be second to none.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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The Rosary
Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings
Shall all men praise the Master of all song.
Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long;
And skilled must be the laureates of kings.
Silent, O lips that utter foolish things!
Rest, awkward fingers striking all notes wrong!
How from your toil shall issue, white and strong,
Music like that God's chosen poet sings?
There is one harp that any hand can play,
And from its strings what harmonies arise!
There is one song that any mouth can say, --
A song that lingers when all singing dies.
When on their beads our Mother's children pray
Immortal music charms the grateful skies.
poem by Joyce Kilmer
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No Difference (For Hune)
it is in the dissolution of self
that the self is revealed...
in various and innumerable forms,
constant birth and dying,
constant evolving...
yet never constant!
wave after wave,
individual in nature,
yet plural in nature.
ocean, wave, ocean!
the half burnt candle,
and the star exploding,
no difference!
the child playing with sticks and stones,
and the pyramids...
no difference!
the lone man standing on the mountaintop,
and a million starving children...
no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Supreme Word
Unraveling the mystery
virtues glory and truth
Poet says in poem
Supreme word.
Controlling guiding
Creating destroying
Supporting nourishing
Shows divine potency.
Poet unborn and is
Without beginning.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Unmoved Mover, see who am I!
The Unmoved Mover!
The universe that moving,
The universe that is changing,
The universe that is playing,
Projecting and hiding,
Playing that hide and seek,
Who is that hides and who is that seeks,
Who is that moving the infinite universe?
The one, who that can Be moved by prayers,
Does he really move,
And can He move, before He move worlds for us?
He is infinite, filling all space,
Can he move the universe,
can he move it without the space
Can He move it without 'Time'
When He fills the space,
how can he move himself
or how can he move something in space?
He is the Unmoved Mover of universe,
He himself created room,
He Himself moved Himself in Himself
Creating Himself the time and space,
He Himself manifested at different points
And keeping space between these points,
Infinite He split himself into elements
five or a few
And created particles and forces between,
That expanded matter and space,
Created events,
so that the time has any meaning,
He Himself became nucleotides and cells,
Joined them as building blocks,
To build house for himself,
And became homesick always,
Yet wept for his lost glory and beauty,
Wanted to have back all that lost and hide,
When He was busy in building a nest for own!
He was thinker without brain,
And He is that,
He is I am,
'I am' is he,
If you ask 'who are you thee and
where are you thee? '
He replies, Iam tree in this tree,
I am the stone in this stone,
I am the star in this star,
Iam the air in atmosphere,
Iam the water in rivers and ocean,
I am the bacteria in this bacterial house,
Iam the bull in this bulls body,
I am the grass at your feet,
I am you in your body,
I am that in which I feel,
When you ask me who are me,
I say I a proud Hindu,
Or I say I am a proud sikh
Or I am a proud muslim
Or I am proud Christian,
Or A proud Aryan But I fail to say,
I am humble human,
Iam like point in infinite
universe, and is a child of God, all
are his children, so we are
brother and sisters!
And I am that infinite when I am in my own infinite glory and infinite beauty!
Look through you, I look at myself,
Look around, I look at myself from all around,
Look I am talking to myself,
I am that call myself as you when I see from that point from this point of space and time, both which have no existence without my folly in wisdom or wisdom in folly!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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"Transcendentalism: A Poem in Twelve Books"
Stop playing, poet! May a brother speak?
'T is you speak, that's your error. Song's our art:
Whereas you please to speak these naked thoughts
Instead of draping them in sights and sounds.
—True thoughts, good thoughts, thoughts fit to treasure up!
But why such long prolusion and display,
Such turning and adjustment of the harp,
And taking it upon your breast, at length,
Only to speak dry words across its strings?
Stark-naked thought is in request enough:
Speak prose and hollo it till Europe hears!
The six-foot Swiss tube, braced about with bark,
Which helps the hunter's voice from Alp to Alp—
Exchange our harp for that,—who hinders you?
But here's your fault; grown men want thought, you think;
Thought's what they mean by verse, and seek in verse.
Boys seek for images and melody,
Men must have reason—so, you aim at men.
Quite otherwise! Objects throng our youth, 't is true;
We see and hear and do not wonder much:
If you could tell us what they mean, indeed!
As German Boehme never cared for plants
Until it happed, a-walking in the fields,
He noticed all at once that plants could speak,
Nay, turned with loosened tongue to talk with him.
That day the daisy had an eye indeed—
Colloquized with the cowslip on such themes!
We find them extant yet in Jacob's prose.
But by the time youth slips a stage or two
While reading prose in that tough book he wrote
(Collating and emendating the same
And settling on the sense most to our mind),
We shut the clasps and find life's summer past.
Then, who helps more, pray, to repair our loss—
Another Boehme with a tougher book
And subtler meanings of what roses say—
Or some stout Mage like him of Halberstadt,
John, who made things Boehme wrote thoughts about?
He with a "look you!" vents a brace of rhymes,
And in there breaks the sudden rose herself,
Over us, under, round us every side,
Nay, in and out the tables and the chairs
And musty volumes, Boehme's book and all—
Buries us with a glory, young once more,
Pouring heaven into this shut house of life.
So come, the harp back to your heart again!
You are a poem, though your poem's naught.
The best of all you showed before, believe,
Was your own boy-face o'er the finer chords
Bent, following the cherub at the top
That points to God with his paired half-moon wings.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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Case Closed
When you read me,
You are not going to leave me.
I am not doing this for myself.
Self impressive?
I am motivated, yes!
But not to that degree...
I have to constantly address,
My own self impressiveness!
That kind of vanity has not been introduced
To my ego!
Don't need it. It can go!
And my ego and I can be at odds...
As to how it should be displayed!
So I carry resumés.
Trying to avoid a dissertation of a thesis being read.
'That' was just my ego speaking!
Sometimes it gets 'lofty' and out of my head.
But I do wish to produce something that seduces,
Your imagination.
Something that elevates understanding...
With a comprehension attached to match!
I don't have a problem observing various races together in peace.
That is why I take the direct route and not the scenic approach...
Whenever I write or speak!
People want to pretend these things do not exist
From a self centered selfishness!
Creating the rascist divisions and splits with conficts!
And...
An exaggeration of self worth observed with it!
They are all over the place in my environment.
With asses on shoulders and noses in the air!
I am glad many things I have seen from my birth!
And my parents didn't allow my sisters and I to get too grand!
We know what we have and 'who' put it there.
It wasn't laid in our hands...
That's for sure.
We WORKED!
And HARD...
To produce what we do to get it done!
I'm the eldest AND the only son...
So the challenges I created,
Came with cliffhangers!
So...
When you read me,
You are not going to leave me.
I am not doing this for myself.
I've already done that!
Now it is ready to share with you!
And I want you addicted!
Case closed!
'That' was just my ego speaking!
Normally I am more tactful!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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