Viva; Our Gift Of Life
The time of birth is looming near
There’s a feeling of love in the atmosphere
We see her growing day by day
A creation of life from the love we’ve made
The time of birth will soon be here
Our gift of joy will soon appear
Completing the cycle of all human life
To experience this miracle through the blessings of my wife
Yes the time of birth is very near
The child we expect will soon be hear
We’ve seen her growing day by day
A gift of life from the love we’ve made
poem by Mustafa Marconi
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Sounds of Life and Love
Love: Which is more important: Love or life?
Life: Without life, there would be no love.
Love: But without love, life would have no meaning.
Life: True, but life gives birth to love.
Love: And what gives birth to life?
Life: Life gives birth to itself.
Love: Nothing gives birth to itself automatically,
There must be some cause, a reason or an action.
Life: Life is without any cause.
Love: If life is without a cause, then it is without a purpose.
Life: The purpose of life is life.
Love: No, the purpose of life is love.
Life: You must be born to exist.
Without life, there is nothing.
Love: Life is nothing growing from unborn love.
You just don't understand.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Time To Share
Once we are saved and truly Born-Again,
The question may be, is what to do then?
With a heart filled with love and lead by The Spirit,
We share the Good News with all who will hear it.
The Good News to share is the Gift of Salvation,
To be shared with every tribe, tongue, and nation.
This Gift we receive, is truly one of a kind,
It is the only Gift that opens the eyes of the blind.
Yes, those who were blind and once trapped in religion,
Heard the Good News and made a life changing decision.
The decision that they made gave them a New Birth,
A Miraculous one that comes from no place on earth.
This New Birth comes from our dear Lord, in heaven above,
And once we are born-again, we are filled with His Love.
His Love fills you with a desire to share this Good News,
And understanding the times, there's not a moment to lose.
This Gift is by Grace alone and found through only One,
Through our Great Lord and Redeemer, God's only Son.
Time is very short and tomorrow may never be,
So today is the day in which to help blind men see.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
Man, Thou Shalt Not Kill!
Each human child by God is made
In His image own, with love, care;
To take a life is God-forbade,
No human being shall then dare!
Each human child is called by name,
While growing in the womb by God;
To murder is a sin and shame
Inviting Maker’s just rod!
The law of lands may change with time,
But lives God-made must stay untouched;
To kill is both a sin and crime,
And cannot be ignored or hushed!
The curse of God shall be upon
The man/ woman who kill the child;
The pleas of revenge of unborn
Will bring a punishment, not mild!
To urge someone to kill is just
The work of Satan with much plan;
Such human beings are accursed:
Let all know this – man or woman!
So, spare the life within the womb;
Let every life see world God-made;
The place of birth can’t turn a tomb;
Without blooming, no bud may fade!
‘Abortion is a mortal sin and heinous crime! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-16-2010
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The Priceless Gift Of Motherhood
You have always been the best friend to me,
teaching and showing me what others could not see.
Blessing me with everything you do,
even when other showed me hatred with their boo.
You are the greatest gift to humanity,
and without you there will be no human community.
Your love can never be compared to none,
even in times of sadness you always bring fun.
Eachtime i think of the pains you went through for my sake,
helps to bring me bad memories that i can't take.
Especially the tears you sheard at the time of my birth,
makes me wish that you alone should be free from death.
I can't imagine the pain of carrying me for 270 days,
that is why i feel like thanking you in a million ways.
Thanks for the time you had sleepless night,
and thanks for every dream you made right.
Thanks for all the love and care,
and also thanks for wiping away all of my tears.
Thanks for believing in me when others didn't,
and thanks for blessing me with your love when others couldn't.
Thanks for all of your moral lessons,
and thanks for all of your maternal blessings.
Thanks for always watching my back,
and thanks for being the light in my dark.
Thanks for all of your delicious food,
and thanks for making me the best in the hood.
Thanks for bearing all of my botherings,
and thanks for sharing all of my sufferings.
Thanks for the gift of life,
and thanks for being part of my life.
Thanks for being part of my success story,
and thanks for being part of my tale alleglory.
Thanks for being the best treasure i could ever find,
and thanks for your support when am lagging behind.
I just can't thank you enough for every thing you have done,
right from the moment i was born.
Thanks once more for making me a human,
because all of your love and care made me a super-human.
I value you more than silver and gold,
because you are the sweetest mum in the world.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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Love Written In Passion Blood
love is written in warm passion blood
life is written in lust stirring flow blood
union is written in rich soul merging blood
blood in all union gift birth children born
blood bled in surge birth new life
blood corrupted death end finale life
blood love warm pure pumps renewal
blood flesh pierced sword's blade
blood climatic performance act ends
blood in taste of virgin experience death
contradiction the birth of life the birth of death
music cosmic soars at moment of conception
a moment seals love passion or life rape ripped
life poem writ contains such complexity such depth
lucky are lines life focus love given in glad glee read
glad for startling insight thoughts reflections merry
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Finis. Time.
O Time! Time! Time!
Thou wondrous mystery!
Within whose rune and rhyme
Lies all Man's history
Before Creation's birth
Or yet the Heavens were made
With darkness all was girth,
Till word Creative said
'Let there be Light;'
And lo! from out the deep
In grandeur and with might
Rolled back the ages of sleep,
And born was Night-and-Day,
And stars together sang
Their glad harmonic lay
And all Creation rang
With 'Glory to God in the Highest.'
Now let the strain resound
And Man to God the nighest
With Light and Life be crowned,
Till in the time appointed,
Unfolding from Man's breast
Be Life with Love anointed
And God made manifest.
poem by Joseph Furphy
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‘One-child-a-family’ Global Policy?
‘One child a family’ policy
Is good for nations peopled more;
But brings new problems in its wake,
That threatens their home’s happiness!
‘With accidents still mounting high,
And cancers increasingly found,
And none to nurse the growing child,
And none to tend to elderly! ’
Can families stop with single child?
The wise will not decide this way;
The foolish too will realize
That children more, add wealth to homes!
If that was what God intended,
Why gestation is ten months’ time?
Why look down upon every birth –
A miracle by God to man?
And killing unborn babes in womb,
To enforce such a policy
Would mean another blunder made,
And prove man’s heart works ruthlessly!
And if you be a super-mom,
And quintuplets, sextuplets come,
Will you murder the rest but one,
And stay ‘happy’ all through your life?
Have many children as you can;
God gives you freedom to decide;
God will provide your needs to rear;
But never kill the unborn child!
More children means more ‘love-filled’ homes;
Each child is precious gift from God;
Let marriage not mean only sex,
But procreation, just as well!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-17-2010
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For My Boys - Dedicated to Brendan & Christopher
My life changed the day,
You came into this world.
The life that I knew,
Became unfurled.
In held you so close.
I looked in your eyes.
The joy that I felt.
And the tears filled my eyes.
My finger you took.
You grasped with your hand.
For your life I would fight.
For your dreams I would stand.
I then took you home.
My sweet little boy.
You were God's special gift.
My bundle of joy.
Time it passed on.
You started to talk.
Then within a few weeks.
Your first steps you did walk.
The first day of school.
It was then I did know.
One day I would have to,
Let my special gift go.
You scored your first goal.
Mom and I were so proud.
We cheered for you son.
We praised you so loud.
Time it marched on,
You had your first date.
You were growing so fast.
Time does not wait.
Then you drove the car.
You drove it away.
I remembered the little ones.
In which you used to play.
Now off to college.
My boys now a man.
I can't help to remember.
The day it began.
Then you fell in love.
You walked down the aisle.
The future you'd have.
Made mom and me smile.
Your first child was born
Now you and your wife.
Had your special gift.
And your reason for life.
I remember the Christmas.
That we had that year.
New memories to cherish.
The old ones still dear.
But I just want to tell you.
The days that I miss.
Toys in the rec room.
That sweet good night kiss.
Prayers before bedtime.
Watching my angels sleep.
These are the moments.
In my heart I do keep.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Gift Of Love
Here in this sighlent night
Now all the world is right
As if we'sundenley been giving
A gift of love
A gift of love
Warm as the fire glow
Soft as the falling snow
A pre..... micael we live in
This wonder of a gift of love
Night falls
At this coldest time of the year
Love calls
Here where I love you so
Now as our blessings grow
We shear the greatest gift we'll ever know
A gift of love
A gift of love
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Infant child
joy
capture
all the pain, reveals the
the beginning
of a dawning shadow
of life, where
the wisdom
of time started to slow
for a
moment of birth
the image and likeness of
love resemble
in the most wonderful creation
of all time;
as the paramount of gift share,
invited to
procreate and paint
stake the work of God....
so sweet and tender that
last
for a lifetime in
the aura of mother's love beneath
the strength
of a father's tussle of hope;
the authentic reason
to live in the awesome world of our
oh! infant child please breathlessly wait
us to see the legacy of our victory ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Life Is
Life is an extroardinary gift,
the chance to learn about love.
The gift that never gets opened
like a pinata that hangs above
just waits for the anticipation
of everyone in the room
to see it shower its contents
on everyone with love.
Life is a story for the telling,
the chance to hear about love.
The story that never gets told
is a story that some people shove
underneath the covers,
afraid that they might succumb
to that overpowering feeling
about a story that makes them numb.
Life is an adventure so lively,
the chance to act on a whim.
The ones who never are daring
like a bird out on a limb
that refuses to fly because he might fall
into a dangerous place,
will never know the feeling he'd get
flyimg in open space...
...Life is the power of your mind to grow
and expand into a glorious state.
The power granted to you at birth
when the mind chose love over hate.
A power that's yours
when your mind accepts
that it can never shut you down.
For life's power that's within us
is waiting to be found.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Love
Love is sweeter
than the sword’s blade.
Love is warmer
than chill interstellar space.
Love is more pure
than the taste of virgin bride.
Love is the birth of life
at moment of conception.
Blood is the birth of life
Blood is the birth of death.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Comrad
Being a man needs time
Time to be educated and to be wise
Wise for his daily life to suffice
Being a man needs time
Time to raise his family
Family with loving wife who cares everyday
Everyday that makes him strong all the way
Being a man needs time
Time to dream for his child
Child that gives him delight
Delight for a child that made him a dad
Being a man needs time
Time to risk his life for a cause
Cause unknown to a man willing to die
To die for his family loving them day by day
Being a man needs time
Time to choose between duty and principle
Principle that governs life he thought
Thought for nothing but for work and to survive
Being a man needs time
Time to say I will and to do what he can
He can for risking life saving both he love
Love that needs no identity from anybody
Being a man needs time
Time to feel the glory of life
Life that offers dedication even without-
Without reason yet because of real love
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Birth Love
My love is like a birth
Happens once, once for a soul
Cute face and tiny structure
Loved by all as a child
Even I got the care and love
All the joys and happiness on earth
But only for somewhile and sometime
As a man passes his infancy and gets adult.
All I know is my love remains in me
As an infant child of innocence
As the essence and childhood memories
It comes before me when I think
Think of myself with them and her.
Going with Keat's and his dogma
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Love is birth, birth love
This is all you know about birth
This is what you need to know of love.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Life's Beginning
When does life begin?
Some say at conception
Others say at birth
For me, life began
The moment I met you
Before we met, I existed
Alive but not living
Then you changed all that
Simply by saying hello
Some animals are born blind
As I was to the beauty all around me Then you and your love opened my eyes and made me see
As in any birth, there was some pain
We both shared our pains with each other
Pains that would soon be replaced
By the joy of a new love being born
And where there is love, there is life
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Mohammed
I am with your child and,
I am about to give birth;
For, this was the result of the love that we shared,
So, do expect your child very soon.
The arches shot from the wall at me and,
I managed to survive those attacks! !
And, i will surely give birth to this child one day.
My heart is merry because of your love! !
Oh, my handsome man;
So, do expect your child very soon oh Mohammed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Memorable Gift
The gift i ever had:
from the day one celebrations of my birth:
Is a word of compliment.
'Today, to be declared as friendshipday; foever! '
For: a best friend like you
took birth today!
Showing;
what a friend means in life?
Above all,
its a life time of reward.
Given by a rich friend,
Is the most memorable gifts' of all.
poem by Queeny Gona
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Ode to Rebirth - Cross Century Surgery Operation
voila! if rebirth is a fact and
time travel is mastered
you can always request
at the cross century
surgery theatre, your first human birth
eyes, second birth eyebrows
fifth birth nose, cheeks,
eighth birth shoulder blade, and
the fusion of fifth and eight birth sexes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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