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Sunday

AnekaBPoetry — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 01:36:32 +0000

Sunday.

Subtle tones of humidity in the air.
Neck tension catching on fire.
The window’s telling stories.
The rain’s playing hide and seek with the sun.

And everything stinks like false priorities.

To the majority at least.

Everybody’s one last excuse before being buried alive.

The guilty following the carnival
To the big black house of redemption.

As the rest of us reduce our
Spirituality to Video Games and TV

In search of the same fulfillment.

Sunday.

The knives still stuck in all our backs.
We follow blindly.

One day to remember
What we do not have.
What we can’t achieve.

Recruiting others.

Only the children,
In their abandonment,
Have left the masses
To honor the universe
And it’s secrets.

So when we fiction
Our way to next Sunday
We might leave a friction
Up to fate.

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WHAT DOES GOD REALLY EAT?

JVL NARASIMHA RAO — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 12:57:41 +0000

What does God eat?
What should be my treat?
Does He eat only vegetables Or meat?
Like humans hot and sweet
The Gita says, “ a leaf, a flower, a fruit
Or even an edible root”

You may offer him mere water
It doesn’t at all matter
What He needs is your devotion
Your soulful emotion

Who does God like?
Does He ride a motor bike?
Even He Does love only the rich?
And suffer from the class and caste itch?

God doesn’t like mere rituals
He follows only the spirituals
And know not the difference between the rich and the poor
What He fervently wants is a heart and soul that is so pure

Where does God dwell?
can anybody ever correctly tell?
Does live in the temple?
is He really very simple?

Does he reside in the church?
Can you surely search?
Does He appear in the mosque?
will you remove His mask?

He really lives in your neighbour’s heart
But you should know the divine art
In this vast universe God appears in every part
But to find Him you should ethically and theologically smart

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Now I See the Light

Heart 4 poetry — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 01:47:09 +0000

Lord here I am,
I faught as long as I could.
My strength is gone.
Do with me what you would.
I’m surrendering my soul;
I want to be free.
Give me another chance, lord,
that is my plea.
I know I’ve sinned against you, but
I want to make it right.
Trying to fight it has proved nothing
and I now see the light.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Now I See the Light.

No Heed for the Crystal Sphere

dwdnet — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:44:58 +0000

Above stood fire with wings
Watchers with covered eyes
Bodiless yet shame-shrouded
Sent fleet across the sky

Glory and the smell of lightning
And I, my mouth full of salt
Gazing on the polished stone
Of a silk-purple draped palace

Pleading at the threshold
No heed for the crystal sphere
Already emptied from pockets
Stomach starving from fear

The already delivered cry
“Lord have mercy on me!”
A sound not heard from hell
But a lonely heart’s mourning

Warmed by a breeze of breath
Becoming known in knowing
Commingled but never confused
Many by grace one, yet many

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http://nothinghypothetical.wordpress.com/2010/02/25/no-heed-for-the-crystal-sphere/

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THE END IS COMING:

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:07:21 +0000

THE END IS COMING:
That day is nearer!
When the sky would be filled with
One star…

That day is nearer!
When the door for seeking forgiveness would
Be closed…

That day is nearer!
When the verses of Quran for guidance would
Be removed…

That day is nearer!
When the sun would be ordered to come closer
Toward the Earth

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan
15 years old….

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THE MOON

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:02:42 +0000

THE MOON
It was the last time of night,
When the moon said me good night
“I’m going to sleep, because
I’m falling in sleep”
I smiled on hearing and
Said with daring;
“Certain I’m you won’t come,
He who goes never returns’’
He stopped on hearing,
Replied with searing:
“If I promise you never fulfill
It won’t be done;
Moon I’m no human I’m,
So how it would be done”

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan
16 YEARS OLD…..

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“My Soul’s Aboriginal” by Joe DiMino

devotee1 — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 17:17:21 +0000

There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at “My Soul’s Aboriginal” by Joe DiMino.

BANG

tom — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 03:25:32 +0000

BANG

To watch a sunrise
And then see it set
In this harried life
It’s as good as it gets
God must know
The pleasure it bestows
To all His children
He created here below.

There are many
Who say
There’s no God
To whom we do pray
And without Him
Our surroundings
Would be here anyway,

Because
Worlds collided
There was a big bang
And from the din
And confusion
This wonderment sprang.

How utterly ridiculous
It would be
Of me
To conceive
An explosion
Making a tree.

Tom Fenning
2/26/2006

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When It’s Time

Chyenne — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:30:46 +0000

I hear a heartfelt sob deep within my soul,
It touches me in such a way, yet for why I don’t really know
I pondered on the reason why this sound has come to me
As I think of all that had past and worry of what is to be
My mother the earth weeps for all that has been done
She sees all her children’s fate, past, present and beyond
I ask the Great Spirit how can one single soul stop all that has been done
He smiles His light on me and says, my child you have only just begun
Your words are read by many who also seek the answer to the question WHY
You carry the wisdom and heart of all your people who now dwell in the sky
The sobs you hear are your very own
For all those who now have gone
Gone from this world but they memory and spirit live on
Deep in your heart or hearts you know they are always near
Look in your soul my child and that’s where I am
Close beside you holding your hand
You still have much to do my child for it still is not the time
But know when your time does come, we will walk together with your hand in
mine

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