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To the universe seed

Burst from the verdant void before time.
the particles of our souls were born,
a million stars, Codeless truths blink,
to those who seek, meaning en route,
on this path to eternity.
The primordial rhythm Echoing the sacred cycle,
return, return
to the universe seed,
brood and bare.

poem by Alexis Karpouzos from Deadline (19 August 2017), translated by Alexis Karpouzos
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Return Trip

I will return to my place of Birth
To that place before Mother Earth
I will return to that Day of Awakening
To that Day of a New Beginning

I will return to my very first Sun
My very first Moon, my very first Star
I will return to that place that never was far

I will return to the land of the Beautiful,
the Good, the Grateful
Where there is nothing to forgive
For there is no sin
Where there is no regret
Life is what you dream

Where Innocence is never put to test
Where all is Sacred and blessed with Happiness

I will return to my place and time of Birth
I will return
I am not Cursed

poem by Sonya Florentino
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Do You Believe In God?

The Universe unfolds each day, God's map for lost Mankind,
Yet to the sun and moon some pray with faith that's oh so blind.
The Universe holds secrets still, alignments in the stars,
Perhaps one day we'll get a thrill from Jupiter and Mars.

The Universe sends forth its sounds like Morse Code from above,
But even while noise does the rounds, there's not one word of love.
The Universe has stars to spare and yet what are these worth?
So I believe it's best to care about what's here on Earth.

This Sacred Earth is where Christ trod as He preached to and fro
And where He led the lost to God... and bled... His love to show...
This Sacred Earth stores memories of Calvary and more,
Of Israel and God's prophecies fulfilled and yet in store.

This Sacred Earth still spins in space awaiting Christ's return...
For miracles that must take place and lessons Man must learn.
This Sacred Earth obeys God's Laws - it's us God must forgive.
Faith's choice is mine and also yours. Christ died that we might live.

Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2011.

poem by Denis Martindale
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The return of the native,

Fully teethed I left you.
Toothless I return to you.
Where from I had come,
There to I want to return
In between, I never came back
Nor did I give you any thought.
Which bird thinks of the nest
When he flies in gay?

In twilight, cows return to shed.
As night falls, I return to you.
In your cradle, I was born,
Only where my roots are known.
On return, I shall dropp to you
What I had earned elsewhere
So that, of me, you are aware
And I can pass away with after care.
24.05.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Zero days the Zero hope

cosmetic and surgery twin the survival of the earth
it is the pain of the bleed that waits for a day to live in
this wonderful and beautiful world we live and stay

an unforgettable memory joust the beginning of time,
the everything that once existed in a while and wild
have wondered the face of the universe, in a beginning
of pre-existed limbo

like a cosmic fall the doomsday has reach to the
cycle of eternity, the 13th Bactun of the Maya empire
whisper the wind to hide; seem every minute, moment
is vying to settle in the most horrified destiny

as the day becomes the end of each beginning of our
celebration of creation, the harmonic dictum of
life return to its fold of history, the anniversary of life
has come to dawn

welcome the future anniversary of creation, the
never ending day of return, the rays has vessel the soul
to the ocean of eternity; a happy moment of our stay
forever and ever, Amen

poem by Antonio Liao
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When He Tarries No More

Why does the Lord tarry so long, when all about us seems so wrong?
As many oppose Truth and Light, deceived by the prince of the night,
Bathing souls in spiritual darkness, suggesting all is wonderfully bliss,
And prior Christ’s return, it’s a sure bet, it will get spiritually darker yet.

Will Christ’s return be a surprise, even to men who are spiritually wise?
For no one knows the day or time, that is appointed by God’s design,
As He’ll come as a thief in the night, to remove from earth all the light,
That is the Light of God’s Church, leaving a spiritual void on the earth.

God is not slow returning for them, who now on earth, are Born Again,
He’s just waiting for more to come, to a knowledge of Jesus His Son,
In Christ, who came for you and me, to give all men new life Eternally,
To save us from all sin and death, and give mortal man eternal breath.

His coming is not long, my friend, for soon this present time will end,
And then eternity will commence, when all receive God’s recompense,
A brighter time for all found in Him, a darker time for those lost in sin,
Through all eternity with no end at all, for every past and present soul.

That time my friend, it will be long, with believers filled with new song,
With all darkness dispelled forever, with the end of Glory to be never,
And with Jesus as the Eternal Light, never again will we see any night,
As we reign with Christ, our Lord, in our God’s presence forevermore.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Bonded Souls

Although you shall never feel it, there is a soft touch
And tender kiss I give to you freely,
They shall linger longer than these bodies we posess,
After we are dust and gone from this life,
Their echoes whispering to you in your next.
In our journey through eternity we are bonded souls.
Our very beings shall cry out to one another,
Though the hands of time shall see us to our final rest,
That is not an ending for us, as a babe we are born,
With wisdom we die, if we listen within the dark of night,
Our souls can hear the echos of their past.
Two hearts entwined, two souls shared,
We are bonded souls, we are friends,
We are love to the other, a gift like no other...
Souls of age and youth we are,
Youth that requires flesh to comprehend,
And age that we know it must be,
We cannot halt our return to this mortal coil.
To learn and to love, that's what it's all for,
Flesh and bone are but the tools of a soul,
Throughout eternity we shall dance,
Forever and a day upon our stage of memories,
For we are bonded souls...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Return Of The Crow

I awoke
With three bullets in my back,
in a dark and cold tunnel
from a time I don't know

I walked for eternity
to find my way home
The spirits of the past
guiding my path

One was called Peter
He tended my wounds
All is life he said he'd seen me
walk this path
Thirtyfive years before I was born
he said he'd seen my soul

He guided me to daylight
and said it's now time to rise
Rise like the crow
Go seek your revenge

Lay three bullets
in their hands
Watch their souls
Turn to sand

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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I Am Wearied

Return to me like a ghost, a wearied creature like a man
Who was so appalled by youth that he died and became as I can.
Return to me as if you know me from somewhere else,
The place is no secret from where you came, someone else.
Return now, return and frighten me as a good ghost
Frying bacon, working magic on a basis easternmost.
I seek refuge from you, for the returning is so secret,
I can not find a more evil man than you, a man to interpret.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Return running back

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck,

And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….

poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Flameless Torch

mourn
the day where you where born,
morn the moment
when you
will return, stay calm,
be in your
self: for the day is wasted,
waiting the rain that
dried in
the wind for only the thirst that fills,
the
eye that close
as the mouth that breathe, in the
nostril
it blinks forever lease
from
dust, till life
ends return to.......eternity

poem by Antonio Liao
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Across the Universe

This was inspired by the Beatles song of the same name

Words are flowing out like endless streams into a paper cup
They stand and sigh and soon they slip away
Across the universe
Through tomorrow drains today an open mind locked in a grave
Unwilling to relinquish me

*Jai guru deva, nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like
A million eyes they blink and I am gone
Across the universe
Desperation touches joyous feelings fluttering about
From here to there and in between they’re lost
Across the universe
*
Vision walking in a life unfurled within a restless void
Unlimited and bound to none they run
Across the universe
Dreams left sleeping in a space awakened by a crying heart
I'm patiently waiting for me
Across the universe

poem by P.R. Prosper
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for Ester

when you read a poem, my poem included,
try to see a universe, do not neglect the plight of other planets
they keep on orbiting a void, out there some stars burst,
and from the point of no return, from the place where we are seated
just below the black blanket of our dark nights
we simply see a falling star
and they, what we do not know is that a lot of commotion happens
out there
explosions, changes, and annihilation and rebirths of
new galaxies, space shrinking and then expanding again
like our sorrows and significant risings
like the sun everyday rising and setting,

i repeat, what we only see is the falling star
and all that we can do, is simply make a wish.

you think that someone is lost and having hang-ups
(and perhaps needs medication for relief, like advil
or xanor, or perhaps a simple aspirin to smoothen what
lag is there on the veins and arteries)

well, i like to say that i have to disagree, but who knows
you may be right.

did i once tell you that i am okay?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Christmas Day

A young gentleman came riding past,
On a snow blue winters day,
He asked to drink by our fire
And I was pleased to let him stay,
He drank there quietly for a while,
And then he turned and said to me,
Your eyes are green,
Like summer grass,
Your lips are red,
Like a fresh cut rose,
Your hair is soft,
Like an Irish stream,
And your voice,
Is filled with sweet beauty
And the last words I heard him say
Were I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
And the night will come,
But I won't sleep,
As I watch the stars that lead him,
I cannot place where he is,
But still my heart goes with him,
I'm saving all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leaving,
Father knows,
My sister knows,
And my friends,
They're happy for me,
And the priest he says,
You should thank God,
For the blessing,
Of such beauty
And the last words
I heard him say,
Were I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
I shall return,
For you,
My love,
On Christmas Day
(On Christmas Day)
(I shall return for you my love)
And the last words
I heard him say
Were the last words
I ever
Heard him say
I shall return,
For you,
My love
On Christmas Day
I swear,
I will return,
On Christmas Day,
And yes,
I shall return,
On Christmas Day,
I shall return,
For you,
On Christmas Day
My love,
I will return,
On Christmas Day
I shall return,
My love
On Christmas Day
On Christmas Day

song performed by by Dido
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Sowing For The Lord

As I live in this present world, The Truth of God, I must herald,
While each and every place I go, Truth, my Lord helps me sow,
As my Lord waters every seed, for only He, knows every need,
In every life and in every heart, as God's Truths to men I impart.

My part is to simply be faithful, sharing Truths, per Christ's will,
As I was commissioned by Christ, to share His Truth, in my life.
The seed I sow is not for me, but, for The Lord God of Eternity,
Who shall harvest, in His time, some seed I sow, by His design.

For all the seeds that I sow, it's the Lord that makes them grow,
Of that part, I have no control, for only Christ, can move a soul,
For it's God's Spirit from the start, that moves upon every heart,
Moving upon the hearts of men, as only The Lord God truly can.

It's God, who moves on the earth, offering all men spiritual birth,
While He uses those Born Again, to share this Truth with all men,
The spiritual birth, God speaks of, is born from His Spirit above,
Adopted as Sons of His Family, to live with The Savior eternally.

So we continue to share The Word, until all around us has heard,
Eternal Truth that all need to hear, as the end of time draws near,
The Age of Grace for every nation; the time to accept Salvation,
Afforded by Christ, at Calvary, so all men can now live Eternally.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Migration

Distant hands in foreign lands
Are turning hidden wheels
Causing things to come about
Which no one seems to feel
All invisible from where we stand
The connections come to pass
And though too strange to comprehend
They affect us nonetheless, yes
Once again a time of change
O the change makes music
And the children will dance
See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves
It feels just like a symphony to me,
With nothing left to chance
Just look over your shoulder
Its out of you hands
Its over for now
Leave behind what you can
You can always return
The rhythm remains unbroken
Unspoken but loud and clear
Its a slow vibration. migration
Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer
Unsung song, how I long to play the changes
Hidden rhythm, havent I always been your dancer
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming. migration

song performed by by James Taylor
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Obstacles are challenges

The road I choose the path I take.
No different from the road I spurn
But what if I choose by mistake
a path from which I can’t return.

Sometimes our footsteps we retrace
when thorns and briars bar our way.
To try again another day.
Why should we fear a loss of face?
There’s nothing lost by the delay.

We merely bow to circumstance.
We’re wise enough to recognise
it is a hopeless enterprise
.In time we’ll get another chance.
In winter when the brushwood dies.

We will return to satisfy
our burning curiosity.
Explore these byways thoroughly.
On foot and with the naked eye.
No need to act too hastily.

For what we seek we do not know.
An urge which cannot be defined
springs from our deep subconscious mind.
We are compelled we have to go.
Complete the task we self assigned.

20/06/2009

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.

quote by Octavio Paz
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Bond Born With Nature

born in primary blood
blood born in ceremony
bond born with people
bond born with nature

life rhythm flows
life rhythm sings
life rhythm is harmony
life rhythm flows in eternity

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Seeing the world with god

i look through my body
at the world, the stars, moon
stars beyond stars
i know there are stars, moon
stars beyond stars too
from my temporary sphere
the aura that shines
from this physical self
the trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons
the universe inside and out
i look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
shrewdly playing
the beginning, the end
the two walls
between the human brain
the man innocently walks
to oblivion
some attempt to broaden the width
others like me attempt to
to burst out of the walls
to take a peep outside
the limitations, this physical self
the world outside
the god inside and out
the moon, sun, universe
the things outside
i too have become a galaxy
as i join god to take
a look at his worlds
a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood
to another world
an infinite me
looking at the finite me
all the stars, moons,
universe outside
and inside
all the cells that i own
that soon would
squeeze me out
to join the plane
where i could view
the beat of the universe
the expansive universe
myself a galaxy

the zillion of selves
those stars, suns
spinning towards
a full stop?
eternity?
the human brain
stretched towards
a world of no end
suffocated in its attempt
i stand beside god
for just a moment
to take a peek at
all his workings
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama
round and round
casting off light
i saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe
i standby the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives
in his design
the privilege he gives me
to share a view
of his craft
my mind flying
outside the two walls
of the brain
instead of between
infinity
my body
the universe
i look at them
like the stars, moon, meteors
this infinite me
with a finite self
of stars, moons,
stars beyond stars

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Do You Believe In God?

The return of the native,

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When He Tarries No More

Bonded Souls

A Seeds A Star/tree Medley

Return Of The Crow

I Am Wearied

Return running back

Flameless Torch

Across the Universe

for Ester

Christmas Day

Sowing For The Lord

Migration

Obstacles are challenges

Bond Born With Nature

Seeing the world with god

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Return Trip

Do You Believe In God?

The return of the native,

Zero days the Zero hope

When He Tarries No More

Bonded Souls

A Seeds A Star/tree Medley

Return Of The Crow

I Am Wearied

Return running back

Flameless Torch

Across the Universe

for Ester

Christmas Day

Sowing For The Lord

Migration

Obstacles are challenges

Bond Born With Nature

Seeing the world with god

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