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Come and see
Heart that is in gloom
And who is in great poverty
Remember
It is in your hands
The giving that you’ll receive more
Yes! It is a “spirituality”
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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Giving Back
this is what i have taken from you
many years ago
and you do not remember
i am now returning it back to you
with an open heart
my hands stretching out
to reach you again
you still wonder what was it
what is this all about
what i am giving back to you
i am giving you back this
empty heart these empty hands
this empty mind this openess
my gaping mouth
my hollow body
you still do not remember
many years ago
you have taken them all from me
and i was wearing that smile
of the willing victim
it is about time that you remember
the sadness that clings like a wilting vine on our fences
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I remember...(How could I forget?)
I remember your skin, 'cause it's perfect when we meet,
I remember your voice, 'cause without it I can't speak,
I remember your noise, as I'm taking you out of your mind
I remember your pressure, as it made me melt into the sublime.
But mostly, I remember you crying and asking me how someone could love a monster,
I remember you threading your hands through my hair pulling my face to you so you could see the fear written,
I remember you telling me that you'd understand if I left.
I remember comforting you as person A, B and C walked away,
I remember calling you, already knowing what you needed to say,
I remember you calling me angel, so where did that go?
I remember everything, even if it wasn't real, so tell me, is that so?
I remember you giving me everything
I remember giving you my all
I remember watching you put me on a pedestal,
I remember watching myself fall.
(January 18,2009)
poem by Deona Skidmore
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0990..... What is Spirituality?
A
True
SPIRITUALITY
is beyond
All Religions
*
SPIRITUALITY
is
Your Connectedness To your
CREATOR (GOD) & EVERYTHING (GOD)
A Meaningful way of Living
An Awakening from Sleep
Understanding Truth
Being at Home
Enlightenment
Togetherness
Happines s
Humor
Bliss
Inner Growth
Affection
Love
THE ESSENCE OF YOUR NATURE
*
Where to Start?
Just begin and it will grow
Things will fall in Place
You need No Gurus
*
Problem is
We have Learnt a Lot
So We have to
UNLEARN A LOT
*
You will Never Miss
Your deepest
DESIRES
*
Ask Questions
Dump Blind Faith
Spirituality is for All
Spirituality is Not for Aged Only
NOTHING TO FEAR ABOUT SPIRITUALITY!
(08-April-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
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If You Ever Remember
If you ever remember
That I was the first
To love you with great passion...
If you ever remember
That I cried so many times
Whenever I saw you going away...
If you ever remember
That I only offered you
Just possible things...
If you ever remember
Not what I had, but
What I was and still am...
If ever remember
That in life's pathway
I have placed my hope only on you...
If you ever remember
The many times I explored
Your softened body with my hands...
Then...
You shall know that
Nobody has taken your place
Within my now tormented heart...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Shadow Inside My Shadow
poverty is not my cousin,
is not my lover,
is not my preacher,
poverty is not my brother.
poverty is not my prayer,
or the song that i sing
is not my answer
poverty is not my dream.
poverty is not my teacher,
not the hand that i hold.
poverty is not my anger,
not my spirit, not my soul.
ah! but this poverty is real
it races thru my mind
crashes into my heart,
& leaves me deaf and blind.
poverty is my companion.
the aching cold inside my hollow.
the blow behind my eyes,
poverty is the shadow
inside my shadow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Me Factor
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
We are often told how selfish it is,
To think of oneself and how that is negative.
It is said 'to give' is better than 'to receive'.
Although in doing so...
Receiving for some is difficult to show!
Giving to give and thinking nothing of themselves...
Are many who live who believe 'to give' is positive!
And yes it is an act of unselfishness.
But many are living and not receiving proper rest!
And living to receive with a 'me' factor conceived,
Is the one thing they detest.
In this giving to receive cycle some suggest!
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving!
Giving!
Slows a devoted heart,
Of one who takes!
And takes without rebuttal.
Giving!
The shirt off one's back...
Can be shredded too many times.
When it is not accepted.
Yet a return of consequences,
Are often gained.
Giving!
How many bites on a hand,
Can one bleeding receive?
Why should one apologize,
For being taken for granted?
Or kicked in the rear,
Because opportunities presented,
Do not please those with few choices.
Those who voice,
With a giving of spoiled demands.
Those who voice,
Ultimatums eventually ignored!
With a giving once explored,
Ceased!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sharing The Ultimate Gift
I want to share a special gift with you that God has given to me,
This gift like most others that you will receive is absolutely free.
However unlike other gifts that you may have received in the past,
This special gift and this one alone through all eternity will last.
Although you can't see this gift, it's the greatest you can receive,
This gift is not in a box, but in the heart of all those who believe.
And even though this gift is one of a kind and very special indeed,
You'll surely want to give this gift away as soon as it is received.
Don't be concerned about giving away something you didn't use,
For God said “Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news.”
This gift will surprise you on the day you decide to give it away,
You won't feel any loss at all with more to give the following day.
My friend you will be Eternally Grateful when you finally choose,
To truly embrace but give away this gift that you can never lose.
By now you know this gift is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord,
And your faithful sharing of this gift, by Him, will not be ignored.
For our Great Blessed Hope, who through the ages many have adored,
At His return will bring to all His faithful, an Everlasting Reward.
So the next gift you receive and think you'll treasure forevermore,
Remember that the only truly lasting gift is Jesus Christ The Lord.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
It's All About The Feeling Giving
Go get that hot coco cup,
And fill it up to sit and sip...
Since,
It's all about the feeling giving.
As the seasons seem to slip,
To come and go quickly to dip.
It's all about the feeling giving.
To give a 'thanks' is an investment,
To receive and benefit.
'Cause...
It's all about the feeling giving.
Getting gifts to reminisce,
Is only part of it that fits...
'Cause,
It's all about the feeling giving.
Come what may,
Everyday that's over-rated...
It's,
All about the feeling giving.
Those holidays we love to celebrate,
Don't come to stay...
'Cause...
It's all about the feeling giving.
We hope with a faith and pray,
Dedicated...
To give a feeling someone's getting,
Come what may...
It's all about the feeling giving.
Come what may,
It's all about the feeling giving.
Go get that hot coco cup,
And fill it up to sit and sip...
Since,
It's all about the feeling giving.
Sit and sip to reminisce,
Since...
It's all about the feeling giving.
Everyday,
It's all about the feeling giving.
Come what may,
It's all about the feeling giving.
Come what may,
It's all about the feeling giving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rememberings
i remember your parfume
even its been a long time
since than
i remember your smile
even you`ll make me cry
i remember your lips
that give me the first kiss
i remember your heart beating for me
even you`re now away
i remember your hands
the heat of your body
even i cant feel never the same
i remember you my heart
my love, my life
i will never forget you
not that day and not now
poem by Elida Cumani
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A Walk Down My Memory Lane
Remember...
The day we wed.
Remember...
How we snuggled in bed.
Remember...
Walking in the oceans' sand,
Remember...
I'm in a hostile land.
Remember...
The ring, you're first surprise.
Remember...
My happy, green eyes.
Remember...
How I used to smile.
Remember...
Its been a long trial.
Remember...
My devotion.
Remember...
All my emotion.
Remember...
Christmas and Thanksgiving.
Remember...
To be open and giving.
Remember...
Our old birch tree.
Remember...
Remember me!
Remember...
The hot tub bath.
Remember...
Walking on the forest path..
Remember...
Your wedding gown.
Remember...
The love we found.
Remember...
When the war has passed.
Remember...
Our love will forever last.
poem by Philip Lore
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Remember, it's Me
When raindrops touching your lips
remember, it's me giving you a kiss
When the wind is blowing thru your hair
remember, it's me playing with it
When your eyes are wet
remember, it's me wiping your tears
When the sun tickles and make you smile
remember, it's me telling a joke
When your hand are wet
remember it's me watering the plants
When your body is all relaxed
remember, it's me rocking you to sleep
When you cover yourself with a blanket
remember, it's me keeping you warm
When the moon shines thru the window
remember, it's me protecting you
When the radio is playing
remember, it's me singing our song
When you hve butterflies in your stomach
remember, it's me, telling you he is a good guy
When the phone rings
remember, it's me giving you my blessing
poem by Dagmar Wilson
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Not What I Wanted
How many times have you heard
someone say on Christmas Day
this is not what I wanted.
Ungrateful for what they received,
it did not cost as much as they had expected
always forgetting that each thing
is given with love from the giver.
It does not matter how much it cost or what size it is;
just remember the love that it holds
from the one who gives it.
Never be ungrateful for anything at Christmas time
for there thousands out there
who will not receive anything at all
and some who would be thankful
for some bread upon their table.
When it comes to Christmas Day
always be thankful for whatever you receive
and joyful someone thought of you.
Remember Christmas is a celebration
of God giving us his son Jesus Christ,
not for how many presents we receive
large or small does not matter at all.
Christmas is a celebration
of bestowing love on everyone.
The love we give is in the presents
and should be accepted as such,
not the measure by how much
or how little someone had to spend,
but the love, which is given.
One last word before I go to everyone,
have yourself a safe and merry Christmas
to one and all wherever you may be.
poem by David Harris
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What do you remember most about Christmas with your family?
Remembering being with family and friends,
I remember giving and sharing and just being their
for one another.I remember the love and the laugh
and the joy we all had together.I remember making
snow angels in the snow every year.Love remebering
the good times with my family even know the ones
are gone now.I know they would want me to remember
all the time we had together.I remember being thankful
to Jesus and saying happy birthday to him every year.
Now all I remember now since some are gone is the
sadness and the heart breaking and the missing.Sadly
remember everyone all not together this year like they
was every year for the holidays.It like something die
with everyone.I remember making cup cakes and pies
every year for Christmas and opening my gifts and
getting the things I wanted and sometimes didn't want
but it was about what you get it was about the giving and
the love and the caring and about Jesus.
poem by Kristina Riggs
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Impoverish Child
A small poverty-stricken girl wearing shabby clothes and unkempt hair. Treasures in heaven was all she bear. Poverty seem to be her destiny in life, but as she grew she struggle to survive. Nine was the age she began to toil. Sunrise to sunset was all. She was taught God's love and never be idle for survival. She remember God's word, through sorrow the heart will be better. Through diligence life began to matter.
Life had dealt her a bad hand, she remember it's God who giveth wealth to make one stand.
through prayer and toil riches in life came soon. Poverty was not her doom.
poem by Sylvia James
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Riches And Poverty
Men speak of riches and poverty, two extremes of our reality,
But, for many, it would seem, they never enter either extreme,
Some, attaining all they require, never seek to rise any higher,
Some are content living small, but into poverty they never fall.
There are two other extremes, as many chase present dreams,
Woven into the present reality, we see the realm of spirituality,
In the scope of man’s diversity, is an indifference we can see,
Creating in some indecision, caused by man’s worldly religion.
While many recognize The Lord, by many, God is just ignored,
And all following Jesus Christ, become rich in this present life,
But, all who choose to ignore, God, will remain spiritually poor,
Giving rise to spiritual poverty, along with a spiritual prosperity.
There’re men who go to church, week after week as they perch,
Within their very favorite pew, but, never have been born anew,
Hearing those they espouse, thinking there are in God’s house,
Empty sermons are all they preach, as Truth they do not teach.
Many religious people you know, are churched, but never grow,
Falling away, into apostasy, becoming impoverished spiritually;
The poor shall always be friend, until this Age comes to an end,
As true riches all believers see, when with God we enter Eternity.
(Copyright ©05/2010)
Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.
quote by Carl Sagan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Back Home Years Ago
Summer of love came and it went
We played with our lives before they were spent
We were young and unafraid
So alive together
We gave ourselves to giving in
And separated from within
Our only fear was growing old
We swore that we would never
And I remember how it used to be
Oh I remember you were here with me
Summer of love came and was gone
cause we lifted up and tried to hold on
To memories of what we were
The times we shared were golden
And I remember how it used to be
Oh I remember you were here with me
I remember cold novembers
And when we used to laugh together
And I remember you
Here in my life
You were always
Here in my arms
You were always
Here in my heart
Those days are still alive
I remember cold novembers
And when we used to laugh together
And I remember
And I remember you
And I remember you
song performed by by Oleander
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As the new spirituality begins to become the pervasive spirituality of the planet, we'll find that we have abandoned our philosophy of contradictions in which we say we're all one but continue to try to win.
quote by Neale Donald Walsch
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