Hate is a crime against the vertical and horizontal realms of divinity and humanity. Whilst profanity is exclusive to divinity.
Joseph C Ogbonna (15 December 2020)
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Me Telly's On The Blink: : Humour
Hello Bob, it's Archie, me telly's on the blink
Without me telly on it's even hard for me to think
I watch it of an evening snuggled up beneath me doona
Can you come round. Not later, I'd rather it were sooner
'Cos every night I watch it and it helps me cop some Zed's
It calms me down and stops all thoughts from spinnin' in me 'ead
Can you tell me Archie, exactly what's wrong with your television
Describe the symptoms to me with clarity and precision
It's got these annoyin' lines that are runnin' up and down
Are you sure they're vertical replied Bob with a puzzled frown
Your TV as I remember is quite an ancient beast
It's been at least two decades since that model was released
One of that era would surely have lines of a horizontal direction
Are you sure they're vertical, after considered reflection
'Course I know me vertical from me horizontal slant
Get over here now, I can't stand all day and rant
But Archie, your television is resting on its side
So horizontal seems vertical, if logic be applied
'Course I watch it like that, I'm lying in me bed
And it saves me the trouble of havin' ta lift me 'ead
(Sydney, Australia - 2010)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without; and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty.
quote by Washington Irving
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Stripes
I'm not keen on the horizontal
I'd rather have the V;
The H is unattractive, no
The vertical's for me;
I speak of stripey clothing
In case you hadn't guessed;
And though I must repeat myself
The vertical's the best.
poem by John Carter Brown
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Believe In Humanity
You can dance
Like a drunk
In the summer night,
Laugh with strangers
In the moonlight,
Gaze at girls
That walk in the red light,
Say prayers at hillside shrines
To Shinto Deities
That your parents
Never knew.
Everything is a combination
Of misery and poetry.
You have to swim
In a lake of suffering
To reach the shore
Of self-knowledge
About the reason
You’re living for.
I’m living to sing
A tender song at dawn
That will break God’s heart:
I want to make him
Linger here in tears
Until he helps us along
This sad journey
That we’re traveling upon.
I believe in Divinity
And I need for Divinity
To believe in humanity.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Galore Of Disparity
Plenty in poverty
Poverty in plenty
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Palace like houses on one side
Slums on the other side
Limousines on one side
Hand pulled ricks on the other side
Sky scrappers on one side
Huts of mud on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Medinovas and Apollos on one side
Phcs sans Doctors and medicines on the other side
PGs and Phds. on one side
Thumb impressions on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Bharath made PSLV-CI carrying overhead
Launching IRS-ID on one side
Scavengercarrying overhead
Human excreta on the otherside
Schools and colleges with high-tech
Libs and Labs on the one side
Schools and colleges sans roofs
Teachers and taught, benches and desks on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Galore of disparity
Dividing humanity
Perpetuating adversity
Hampering prosperity
Breeding inequality.
Let's
Bridge the gap through fraternity
Thro' sacrifices and sincerity
Forget poverty and live in prosperity
Ensure equality and improve lif's quality!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Jesus Christ, the condescension of divinity, and the exaltation of humanity.
quote by Phillips Brooks
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Lay This Life Down
under this bloodred sky.
i offer this tortured flesh to gods under your heavens.
my soul spent worthless
lay this life down
bring me divinity to answer crime with their lies.
bring forth the armies of grief.
rancid breath of an angel disease
feed me tears of a martyr's last cry.
my flesh to your flesh to dust as we... die
in this world bombarded by belows of madness.
i cling to the lonely chambers of my mind.
scratching the surfaces... searching for some sanity
under this bloodred sky.
i offer this tortured flesh to gods under your heavens.
my soul spent worthless
bring me divinity to answer crime with their lies
song performed by by Undying
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Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.
quote by Robert Frost
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The Divine
i
to understand how is it to be human
he went to the womb and was born
he passed each stage
ii
part of humanity he was ordinary
he bled and died
iii
to conquer death he died
to conquer lust he lusted
iv
the divine experiences how is it be human
humanity makes a glimpse, divinity in morsels
v
a little light shines in the darkness
flickering and then fading and then waiting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What did we do?
What did we do?
What did we do?
From History it was all Written,
That man must never live to die,
But dieing to live,
Blinding to see,
Christ said of the man that will get the Key's,
I can never change the World,
What are Humanity doing today?
That what was done is going back to History,
The Genius are asking why Humanity is not getting blessed,
I think all things clearly,
God is Real,
Share love Humanity,
Love and Mercy is Worth the Lord's timing,
Merciless is only the Profanity of bad History,
Think of the Conquer,
Love one another just as Christ love's you,
Why deny the throne?
Heaven is where we all Dwell,
The stories that are Beyond Good and Evil came in Parables,
Whilst we Ignore the Word that was Written,
The BOOK live's forever.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Divine protection?
Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.
Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?
Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.
Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do
I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.
Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.
A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.
Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.
The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.
Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.
17/06/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What is Divinity
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch,
These are the measures destined for her soul.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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God’s Love Blessing Life Affirming Feel In Istanbul
Istanbul city of contrasts history diversity
city enigma Bosporus beautiful divide city
continents but never meaningful hearts souls
once I crossed flowing waters week days daily
proud transcontinental worker leap continents
living in Istanbul Europe working in Istanbul Asia
teaching English grammar tenses learning eyes souls
oriental scents exotic mystic swirls feel mirror minds
hold mirror images sight pierce centuries mysteries
riddles of sphinx learn layered here in humane ethnicity
civilizations customs traditions society imbue humanity
human flesh live way of life heart beats love for humanity
literal arts distinct cultures sciences God bless soul divinity
cosmos creator with a word love bless heart beating diversity
embrace all races love so much wonder felt in creation divinity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When I came from horizontal vertical straight all old stuff then suddenly I go also again in curved lines. And there I submit to changes in the intensity of my hand leading a tool, you see.
quote by Josef Albers
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The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.
quote by Ella Maillart
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Horizontal Rain
It is the horizontal rain
Passing through this world of pain
That supports our very frame
Assembled from galactica
It’s structures then collected are
To form our bodies insular
To ride the horizontal rain
It is the horizontal rain
Passing through and out again
Enabling continuity
Resistance being the polar key
Defeat of matter by the mind
In gravity our place defined
We ride the horizontal rain
It is the horizontal rain
Seen by those who use their brain
That enables Time to claim
Our journey to our destiny
We wander down these mists of time
Mists that transfer line by line
To ride the horizontal rain
It is the horizontal rain
Which you may call another name
That we should try to comprehend
And in that act the time you spend
Will demonstrate how Time does blend
Its very essence through our frame
Within it’s horizontal rain
Now think ye if I’ve got it wrong
Tell me, when you last dwelt upon
How your body forms and grows
Travels through time with things you know?
It’s time to you it was explained -
We ride a horizontal rain
See the horizontal rain
Pass through the room and out again
Supporting all there is to see
Transporting us through Time to be
Or not to be
That is the question put to thee
Through the horizontal rain
poem by Egal Bohen
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Sunday Morning - II
Why should she give her bounty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measures destined for her soul.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Our Love Has Got The Prize
O my Love
My sweet sweet Love
Our long awaited days are over
And our Love has got the prize.
By the Fire and all Divinity
By the rites all sanctioned
Our minds and hearts and souls
Into His inseperable state stationed.
Like two waves
Full of passion
Embrace each to each
And get into a life of sweet proportion.
My heart is thine
Thou heart is mine
In the bond of love and divinity
Our souls are combined
For ever are combined
Upto our living
And even after dying.
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Ezra Bartlett
A chaplain in the army,
A chaplain in the prisons,
An exhorter in Spoon River,
Drunk with divinity, Spoon River --
Yet bringing poor Eliza Johnson to shame,
And myself to scorn and wretchedness.
But why will you never see that love of women,
And even love of wine,
Are the stimulants by which the soul, hungering for divinity,
Reaches the ecstatic vision
And sees the celestial outposts?
Only after many trials for strength,
Only when all stimulants fail,
Does the aspiring soul
By its own sheer power
Find the divine
By resting upon itself.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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