y Acrostic # III
Life and death oh God-divine
Ode, to man’s growth
Vail of Your holiness, Amen
Err is forgiven; made him worth
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Amen To You
Amen to you
my companion and friend,
there'll be no other like you
in this life again.
Amen to you
for your thoughts and consideration,
to the pleasure you've given
to every generation.
Amen to you,
for your sharing and giving,
for helping all others
from the humblest beginnings.
Amen to you
for your friendship and sincerity,
for your opinions and advice,
your truth, and honesty.
Amen to you
for being there and for your trust,
for being reliable
in your past life and now as dust.
Amen to you.
poem by Orlando Belo
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A Living Prayer
The stars will shine tonight in my dreans
And in the sky also
The sun will shine tomorrow night in my dreams
Because it will be a different dream that I will have tomorrow
And the next day
I will dream with my God
That gave me a life
And I thank God for that
Everyday in my life
Let the birds fly out of your hands into the sky
And don't forget to watch when they fly out of your hands into the sky
Because the sky is the brds home
That God made for them
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
A men
poem by Aldo Kraas
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y Acrostic # I
Forever oh God-divine
Amen; amen, amen
I am Your child
The lost and now found
Human though weak and blind
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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No Place For It At All
I have forgiven you.
I have!
There is no resentment,
Stirring within me that brews!
Although the images remain
As impressions on my mind!
But I don't find the time,
To relive them
Like I use to do!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
And all the things you did...
To make my life a living hell
When I was a kid!
And the tears I shed,
When I felt then
That I was better off dead!
When I had no bed of my own.
And you could care less...
About the mess you left us in!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
But what I had to learn,
Was to forgive myself
For the burning inside of hatred I carried!
I buried my emotions in my chest!
Now released.
My mind is now in completed peacefulness!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
I had to.
Resentment is something 'you' lived with!
I have no place for it at all!
You taught me not to want it around!
And to leave it,
Wherever it was noticed, recognized and found!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
Don't let that ever be your concern!
There is much more worth to my life,
God has kept me here on this Earth yearning!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
If I had not...
You would not be left,
With that thought to wonder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Essays On Man And The Divine Feminine...
we all are a holy mixture.... birth and death, hunger and fire, day and night, male and female.... reside within each of us.
most males are trained by society to diminish the feminine in themselves. this makes the man more aggressive, more violent, more success driven, more seek and take by force... and incredibly lonely, empty.
Robert Bly and the men's movement understood this problem, and sought by naked exploration of the self to find the cure, to be the cure. and yes, Hune, there are many men who find this wholeness, and live it.
women, having been treated as inferior for ages... have begun the fight for equality, have sought to make their place in a male world.
and in so doing have taken on some of the male ego.... and often some of the worst parts of it.
what we have to find is a balance! there are good men, and good women...
and there are men and women not at peace with themselves, who do bad things, who act from the ego, and not from the heart!
i am a man, both good and evil reside in me. i choose to seek the goodness, but i trip and fall quite often. the holiness of man resides in my common struggle.
the divine feminine also resides in me. the holiness of woman is a part of who i am.
i am both penis, and womb. i am the maker, and the one who gives birth.
i am both living, and dying. i am both the ocean, and the shore. i am both sin, and redemption.
balance, flow, and intimate understanding.... when sexuality is a prayer, when the small child sitting on the lap the true scripture....
when the hands that pulled the trigger now dig in the ground....
when the language of owls and trees and stones is understood...
when death becomes the very orgasm of life.... when light seeks darkness....
amen, and amen!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Over Death He Had Victory
He took my fears away
Restored my soul with peace
And each day as I pray
I give Him thanks for these.
So great His Loving Mercy
And flowing His forgiveness
Over Death He had victory
To lead us all to holiness.
There's no more fear
For those who come to know
The God Who holds us dear
And gave His Son to show
Hearts of men are bitter
But Jesus does the healing
There is life here and after
That is where I will be going.
Many are lost and fallen
But those who came to believe
In Christ we are forgiven
Forever in Him we live!
'For the wages of sin is Death but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus.'
Romans 6: 23
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Given A Separate Life To Live
This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
You know,
Just this morning I awakened...
With just this one thought on my mind.
I thought...
How can I be of more use to those,
In the catering to their self-centered ways.
And no sooner had I finished my questioning...
Here you are,
Telling me I have nothing else to do anyway.
Why should I object to fulfilling your requests?
This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
And...
I will be giving more of my attention,
To my own activities...
Very soon.
'Did I upset you?
What did I say? '
Upset?
With you?
Are you kidding.
No.
You said exactly what I needed to hear.
At the right time and hour of my life!
'Well...
Are you going to be on point or not? '
Oh...
So sharp am I going to be on point,
You may claim I am too dangerous to annoy...
From this day forward.
Knowing...
We each have been given a separate life to live.
Amen.
'AMEN? '
Amen.
Thank you.
I needed that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty In You Boils Like Wine Yet You Are So Divine
You are eternal so is love
Everything is for change but not beauty of my love..
Beauty in you is admired by all
Here i'm as adorable not for all..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is you that's true
Honey.. it's true mirror never lies you..
I never lie but can lie for you and
For your happiness can die for you..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is sacred so are you
Beauty is priceless so in you
You are precious but not for the world
Can bet anything to make you my world
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beautiful is you not my life
Your beauty is immortal not my eyes
Oh Mine...
Your beauty is the way to heaven
Show me way to your heart which is next to seven..
Take me the way i am and
make me the way you want..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
You are my love worth to die for
You are my freedom worth to fight for..
I made my guts to compromise
Beauty in you is worth a sacrifice..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
My words can sail but are not for sale
Can sacrifice in love to make you my fairy tale..
This song of mine is only for you my sunshine
I can sing this song specially for you my divine..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
I've signed your name on each dropp of my sweat and
Will dream of you till the last day of my breath..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine..
poem by Dr Vinay Sirigere
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Millennium Prayer
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy Kingdom come
thy will be done on earth as in heaven
Give us to thee our daily bread
And forgive our sins
As we forgive each one of those who sin against us
And lead us not to the time of trial
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom the power and the glory
Let all the people sing Amen
In every tribe and tongue
Let every hearts desire be joined
To see the kingdom come
Let every hope and every dream
Be born in love again
Let all the world sing with one voice
Let the people say amen
Amen Amen Amen
Amen Amen Amen (To fade)
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Free Yourself and Let It Go
Deflated ego?
You think I say the things I do to you,
To deflate your ego?
I am hoping my assistance,
Helps you get rid of it.
And seeing no benefit in being limited.
And that's what your ego has done!
Made you believe you are number one.
And everything you do is correct.
Without a self examination...
Needed to allow you to live your best yet.
Deflated ego?
I may say some things to you that upsets.
I may even criticize something you do,
You accept as your best.
I might even attempt to strip,
That façade you charade.
Since it's your ego that has you 'tripped'...
When you see it for what it is,
You will realize your greatness has nothing to do with it.
In fact it is keeping you,
Inflated with bs and other nonsense.
Deflate your ego?
You think I do that,
From a threat I feel.
To diminish you in some way...
So I would have a greater appeal?
And deflating your ego would give me thrills?
You need to free yourself and let it go.
If you believe that keeping it,
Inspires a greater you with heights to reach!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Blessing Declared
What is life?
But a light dark daydream.
What is death?
An awakening aureole
if virtuous earned.
A circle of light
surrounding head of saint
each soul newly divine.
Exceptionally kind unendingly patient
in dealings with all cultures people
difficult dangerous chaotic anarchy situations.
After death formally recognized designated
to have lead a life of exceptional holiness
declared officially to be a saint in Christianity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Heav'nly Race
Just two, two choices we’ve got on this planet:
life, life and death, death;
life on earth, eternal life in heav’n above,
and death here on earth, eternal death in hell below.
But questions, questions ask we ourselves below:
‘How do we live here on this planet? ’
‘what’s our rewards aft’r death? ’
Death is inevitable gentle young man:
plants die, animals die, we too must die
and sleep in Mr. Death’s grave;
we must die in flesh, not on soul returning to God.
Isaiah holiness, let’s accept
that our death may be our sweet pillow for rest
or we due to second death eternal in hell!
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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Creation
I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.
Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When Winter Suddenly Comes
When winter suddenly comes
year upon year I am caught by it,
when there is an end to growth,
when sudden change in age
strip branches, let's them hang lonely,
when winter suddenly comes
and it seems as if all of nature is dying,
when you long back to summer,
when there is an end to growth,
when with the ripe every spring flower wilts
and that an end is coming scares you,
when winter suddenly comes
you are astonished by the yellow-brown creeping death,
when even the bright bird songs wither,
when there is an end to growth,
and subtle even death claims its own property,
after years of decline of a life,
when winter suddenly comes,
when there is an end to growth.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Questions Unanswered
A sin forgiven, I’m free of it.
Is death a sin? Who causes it?
Who is the forgiving authority?
Is death forgiven? If so, by who?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Some Feel
Some feel I don't exist
Never believing in what they see
Some feel that I am not fair
I leave no time for repentance
Tearing the vail Mending the vail
Tearing the vail
Some feel I bare the mark of man
A misguided philosophy
Some feel I kill for fun
I kill for life!
I can't escape what Gaia's left for me / No more
I can't deny the lack of morality / No less
Need time to think need time to think
Need to spill blood so I can drink
Take whay they give take what they give
Some feel I'm dead yet still I live
They don't know I'm immortal
They don't know they're just cattle
They don't know I'm eternal
Eternal
song performed by by Slipknot from Mate.Feed.Kill.Repeat
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Come, Hold My Hand!
'Come, hold my hand! ' the angel said, 'I'll lead you to a land
The Chosen Few alone must tread the day they understand
That God is love and so much more than human souls could sense
The day they open up the door... forgiven... now His friends...'
And so the angel led me there and proved my gallant guide
As I intently spoke a prayer, yet stared, eyes open wide!
'Behold the Tree of Life God made so many years ago!
Behold the ancient leaves that fade and yet by faith they grow!
Behold God's rainbow-like raptures 'twixt Heaven and the Earth!
How beautifully its light captures His holiness and worth!
Behold God's mountain borne of gold - its glory shames the sun!
Yet it's as nothing to Christ's fold - God's Shepherd loves each one!
Behold God's angels soaring high in perfect unison,
Their energy is God's supply - His gift to every one! '
'These sights, ' I said, 'Are not enough! It's Jesus I would see!
For Jesus is the Lord I love! The King of Calvary!
I've felt each blow, His cross of woe, six hours 'neath the sky!
I only know, I love Him so, who for my soul would die! '
The angel said, 'Your heart speaks true! I'll lead you to His Throne!
The day of death I'll fly you to the final vision shown...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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Come, Hold My Hand
'Come, hold my hand! ' the angel said, 'I'll lead you to a land
The Chosen Few alone must tread the day they understand
That God is love and so much more than human souls could sense
The day they open up the door... forgiven... now His friends...'
And so the angel led me there and proved my gallant guide
As I intently spoke a prayer, yet stared, eyes open wide!
'Behold the Tree of Life God made so many years ago!
Behold the ancient leaves that fade and yet by faith they grow!
Behold God's rainbow-like raptures 'twixt Heaven and the Earth!
How beautifully its light captures His holiness and worth!
Behold God's mountain borne of gold - its glory shames the sun!
Yet it's as nothing to Christ's fold - God's Shepherd loves each one!
Behold God's angels soaring high in perfect unison,
Their energy is God's supply - His gift to every one! '
'These sights, ' I said, 'Are not enough! It's Jesus I would see!
For Jesus is the Lord I love! The King of Calvary!
I've felt each blow, His cross of woe, six hours 'neath the sky!
I only know, I love Him so, who for my soul would die! '
The angel said, 'Your heart speaks true! I'll lead you to His Throne!
The day of death I'll fly you to the final vision shown...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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Life's Journey
When I come to the end
of life's journey
and look back at all my sin,
I will wonder if it all
was worth the pleasure
that caused me to fall.
Hardships and Tribulations I had,
opportunitys flew away from me,
now I stand here so sad.
Life is almost over for me,
second chances wished I had,
knowing I can face death with glee.
Knowing my Lord, has forgiven me,
rising up to Heaven's gate,
knowing I won't have to plea.
(4-6-07)
Learning from the Good Friday
Animals do not cry over death and loss.
Death and loss are not avenged by them too.
Prosecutors, victims and rescuers unheard,
Sins and punishments are man's handicrafts.
Forgiveness is the man reasoned virtue.
The forgiver does not feel a victim
And preempt the possibility of
Making the forgiven a victim in turn.
Jesus has forgiven the prosecutors,
Who ordered Him to be crucified.
He held no more himself a victim
Nor were the prosecutors made victims.
06.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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