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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: community, friend,

A Love Letter to My Friends of India

When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties, their foreheads painted with decorative red dots, and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes as bangles dangle from their slender wrists. When I think of India, I think of a culture steeped in history and tradition: folkloric music, myths, and dance, and the influence of the Hindu religion. I visualize the rich and poor alike bathing themselves in a river called Ganges. I see an olden time when mighty elephants, colorfully decorated, carried men atop their backs on elegant elephant seats, and I recall pictures in my geography studies of the white sacred cows freely roaming the narrow streets of Delhi. I recall a novel I read: Rudyard Kipling’s engrossing tale of a jungle boy and also other novels depicting a clash of cultures as the British imposed their rules on Indian society. I think of current movies showing the seedy side of India such as one named Slumdog Millionaire and a movie to contrast it, the romantic Bollywood delight named JabTak Hai Jaan Furthermore, I recall the grace and good nature of the Indian people depicted in a film called The Best Ever Exotic Marigold Hotel. When I think of India, I think of the Taj Mahal, Kama Sutra, and curry, and also I recall horrible stories of Bride burnings now banned and by contrast, the good works of Mother Teresa, who labored there among the poor, and I think of the man who is probably the most recognized by Americans as a good and strong example of leadership: Mahatma Ghandi. All these things are the sum of what I have learned about India in my lifetime. But what do I really know of India? What I have learned recently relates to poets I have come to know at this website and who have shown me through their poetry and their communication with me, a more personal side of the Indian people that I never used to know. Through the poetry of Ravindra I have learned the love of an Indian for his heritage and how he emulates his father‘s work through beautiful translations. From poets like BL and Jag, I’ve learned more about the deep and philosophical nature of the Indian poet! Through great friendships with people like Kashinath, Yesha and Yasmin, and Guatami I have come to learn about the actual personalities of dear Indian people whose life experiences, struggles and desires are not so different from my own, and also I am able to enjoy their eloquent words as they describe their own emotions, passions, and love of nature through their poetry. Perhaps their culture adds a flavoring to their words and phrases that is a bit different from my own, but in the end, we are all alike beneath the skin. Whether from India or any other country, we are, all of us, becoming a part of a global community in which our differing backgrounds can be accepted and even better - celebrated! Thank you I say to all my poet friends whose words enrich my life, but in particular, today I thank my friends from India, for helping me to really see how beautiful you are and to understand your country better through knowing YOU.


Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: community, fantasy, humor, love, lust, mythology, passion,

The Return of the Gay Knight

For my satire group, and for Will; a fairy tale

To a fanfare of horns
The young knight returned
With a tale of slain dragons to tell
The princesses blushed
And the old queen flushed
And the gay knights were happy as well

He had cast down his cross
From the height of his hoss
And left the thing there where it fell
For the great and the good
Were in need of the wood
To stoke up the fires of hell

He’d only been back for a moment before
He was begging a poke with a pardon
And a giggle, and “Push!”
From a quivering bush
Could be heard from the end of the garden

No need for a graven memorial stone
Or the ring of a funeral bell
The young knight was back
And well up for the crack
And all in the kingdom was well

© Gail Foster 2016




Poem Details | by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: appreciation, books, community, together,

Library Love

Lingering among the stacks
Interval of serenity, a luxury to
Borrow a world, then bring it back
Riches of printed page, once few
Are carried throughout the community
Requiring only a card to belong
Young and old both given opportunity

Lending literacy to growing minds, strong
Out of many streets, they share the room
Vaulted ideas have a place to bloom
Encyclopedias of adventures to unpack!

1/22/19


Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, care, character, community, forgiveness, love,

Friends and Lovers who agree to disagree

Any kind of love worth having,
Understands that disagreements happen,
And does not diminish when the first disagreement surfaces,
No, it will stay around and show its true value,
Not pack a sad and leave the field open to hate and prejudice,
This love that will stand the test of time,
Hold true even in the face of war, or famine,
And will retain its shape, no matter how hard the battering.
Be it for a friend a lover, or a family member, or even a stranger,
Who is in need of this love.

To agree to disagree,
To see both sides of the coin,
And give them equal value,
To recognise that opinions are not good or bad but different,
And not an indication of a wish to do harm,
To understand that thoughts and words and deeds,
All travel at different speeds.


Agreeing to disagree gives us an extra layer of comfort,
That a lesser kind of love will not,
As our thoughts and words can be a close match,
And only our deeds will need to be sometimes kept in check.

All too often do we fail to see,
That this kind of Love does not take kindly to us setting agendas,
Making unreasonable demands,
Or withholding favours,
To get agreements that will always be broken.

This kind of love,
Brings me so much hope, 
I am glad I recognised it before it was too late,
So bitterness will not dog my twilight years
As I find plenty to talk about, 
With those who have chosen to agree to disagree with me.







Poem Details | by Stanley Almendro |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, blessing, christian, community, love,

Keyboard of my Heart

The Keyboard of My Heart
By

Stan Almendro

The Keyboard of my heart has no ivory keys to play
 Music comes from what I think, dream and what I say
A melody that people hear is my happy, sensitive heart
It is a song that will stay and never from me depart.

There are also no black keys in the keyboard of my heart
And you can in fact not tell the black keys from the white
No hands are found striking these keys that don’t exist
Yet the sweetness of the chords no heart can really resist

With no white or black keys in this keyboard of my heart
Where and how does the music begin to make a start?
No music sheet was written for this keyboard of my heart
                  Music that you hear gets your feet tapping to every part

No musician, grandmaster plays this keyboard of my soul
                  It sends forth a celestial joy to the weak and to the bold
The weak and frail are not excluded from this joyous tune
They need no physical energy to frolic from morn to noon

The bold and strong live in this music which never stops
It is not a piece of music bought in some corner shop
Because it’s not for sale the poor also to this music dance
Yes weak, bold both rich and poor all have an equal chance

No very expensive grand piano or master music hand
Is needed for the music seems is written in the sand
So as you see me frolic, dance to the music of the band
Ask that the keyboard of your heart be touched by the “Master's Hand."






By Stan Almendro ©


Poem Details | by Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon |
Categories: community, humanity, love, together,

UNITY

Unanimously, One plus one equals one community
Not for ANIMOsity but for HUMANity
In style shall we cease the opportunity
To become great in unity
Yelling excitedly till infinity


Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: adventure, best friend, care, celebration, celebrity, community, inspiration, light, love, remember, world,

AM GLAD YOU DO

___I'm glad you do___

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

In the history, those days won’t soon be forgotten
‘till this time, your words still worth a fortune
They will go nowhere; they will be with me forever
Those nights we shared, they will grow in me as ever.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

As ever, you're the light I use to see
You're my savior, the one that set me free
You're an angel, that angel at the fore
You're a heroine, that heroine of the war.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

You set me free and still stay by me
You let me feel… the fresh of where I be
You succor to the battle you do not begin
You let me live… though you do not commit a sin.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

You're my light, the one I use to see
You're my savior, the one that set me free
You're an angel, that angel I met at the shore
You're that queen, my queen for sure.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

I'm glad about what you do
You make my heart brand new.
I'm proud of you
I'm glad you do...


For:Cyndi MacMillan "HO HEY: WRITE ME A PUB SONG & RAISE THE ROOF!"
Follow this link to see songs that inspired the poem:

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=2185

Now entered into G.V's Contest.



Poem Details | by JADAZZLE UNITED |
Categories: community, friendship, poetry,

PS I Love You

Jan and Darren joined the poetry soup site
Worked on our own poems in our own right
Started to collaborate on works together
Hope this happy union lasts forever and ever

When we joined soup they put out the 'welcome mat'
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and also SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup gives our hearts a lift
 
Being on the site we have found a lot of fun
In our poems together I’ve just become a mum
Darren is a perfect ‘husband’ and is a doting dad
He always makes me smile but his jokes are often bad
 
Friendship has blossomed, we've shared laughter and tears
Talked of what the future may hold and our worries and fears 
We've discussed our youth and the things we did back then
So little we would change if we could live our lives again 

Jan is very happily married, her lovely son is grown 
Darren is deliriously happy building a life of his own 
The beauty of soup is the welcome they give 
Encouraging friendships that last as long as we live.

When we joined soup they put out the welcome mat
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift 
Joining poetry soup has given our hearts a lift

Writing with others adds a new and rare poem quality 
My collaboration with Jan means the whole world to me
We have intuition, though that may sound absurd 
Sometimes I know what she'll say before she's written a word

We have our page on which we write but love writing as a team 
Creating something that might make us giggle or share a sweet dream
You'll find us on Jadazzle out there hoping to make friends  
Writing poems we hope you find easy to comprehend

When we joined soup they put out the welcome mat
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift 
Joining poetry soup has given our hearts a lift 

12th June 2014
Written By Jan Allison and Darren Watson

Written For Dave Woods Contest
~The Contest of my Dreams~


Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: america, appreciation, celebration, community, freedom, memorial, soldier,

I LOVE AMERICA, differently, in fuller History

I
The Servants of Free Men on the Mayflower
Knew "abundant life" in Jesus, Great Savior
Two servants, too, rose up to sign The US Constitution
Lover of His Morals, Binder of America's First Bible, Jefferson
Perhaps, long before, some foundations cast by Tom Paine & William Penn


II
Then there is Roger Williams, founder of Rhode Island
Who paid Native Americans for Providence, new way to get land?
More fortunate than Minister Anne Hutchinson, foe of New England
Because she read the Bible, taught it, and well.thus expelled
Yet more fortunate than Mary Dyer, Quaker, now Watch at Boston Common

III
Smaller folk prayed for A Great AwakeningIt camePublicist: Ben Franklin
Preachers in the trenches, before two Billys: Charles Finney & Our Theologian
None other than Jonathan Edwards; when he died, on that occasion
His wife wrote her daughter: we weep but thank LORD he was our relation!

IV
The idea of America.inimitable; Einstein came as Refugee of Distinction
And veterans I'm blessed to know, ennobled by trials and tribulation
We lost Lewis Reynolds this year; a Marine and Man of many an Invention
Your simple research will reveal we owe much to such Fighters For Freedom
And in my church: Walter Ogden, Dick (Tex) Pentecost, Russell Coleman

V
Yes, we may criticize its imperfection.often without paying a price
There was the bad history with Indians - broken treaties and cowardice -
Yet John Rolfe did marry Pocohontas, many now claim them Ancestors
And slavery of Africans was brutish, but Lincoln busted free of old fears
As did Noble Roosevelt, Carter, & Obama.celebrate USA in Living Colors

(c) DeoHappy Birthday America; God empower the peoples and every level of Leadership to fulfill the Great Destiny of AmericaAfter all, Gandhi's great granddaughter, Uma, says: "Try to share; you'll have to one way or another."


Poem Details | by Arturo Michael |
Categories: beautiful, community, home, love,

A New England experience

 It's a rainy August day in Massachusetts~ down in Somerville weather's 

cool~on a wet Sunday afternoon ~ see me skipping puddles pass Sanders 

theatre ~ from Kirkland Street to Harvard Square I go ~   watch a beautiful 

Bostonian show ~ so you know ~ I take red line train to Davis Square ~ 

at Burren an Irish band sets up to play ~ I heard Commons is cold today ~ 

 what do you say  ~ meet me at the Harbor we'll watch sail boats 

dancing in the rain ~ think I'm falling in love ~ Boston's happening to 

me~Suddenly I belong ~ like a song to a movie ~ must be falling in 

love ~ she's got heartbeat to woo me ~ twinkling stars abound ~ in her

city of beauty~ 





Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: community, love, spiritual, universe,

Cosmic Radio


You're listening to the cosmic station, WGAB,
we're broadcasting this mellow love signal
to your Galaxy And Beyond


We've been sending out the love
from Day One
Sending it to everyone in the universe
Here's to the grandeur lady, Zekar,
and to the beautiful baby Earth
To the exotic Shudai doing a divine dance
with her two stars
And to the flashy brother Certos,
who moves through the Arridian nebula
like a galactic ghost
Much love to you all..
each day we mention someone different
in our universal shout out call
Much love to you all..
much love to everyone everywhere
We're the cosmic station WGAB,
we're transmitting this love signal,
we're sending it out to you free
We're WGAB,
coming to you from the first galaxy and beyond
We be sending out the love,
sending it to everywhere you go
Keep listening to us everyday,
to your favorite cosmic radio
We're WGAB,
coming to you from the first galaxy and beyond
We're sending this love signal to you free,
wishing everyone in the universe
nothing but love, peace and harmony


Poem Details | by Rhona McFerran |
Categories: community, growth, humanity, identity, life, love, wisdom,

The Spaces In-Between

Most of life is spent in
hope for better things yet
expectation of what is to come
or anticipation of what could be
and while this is good, even necessary...
Focusing on the few
more “memorable” moments
misses out on much
of the spaces in-between:

Time with loved ones
time amid others
time to ourselves
time spent going places
and getting things done
time spent sitting utterly still

Such seemingly mundane spaces
on life's broad canvas
are the underpainting of the portrait
that our life becomes
the basis of the character we create
moment-by-moment
day-by-day
While more exciting times
are mere small fragments
on their own, a sad display
an infinitesimal, tiny sample
of the grander scene of life

So slow down, dear ones
Breathe deeply, remembering that
rushing only leads to rudeness

Instead of slopping through
these middling spaces...
Correct some of their ugliness by
brushing them with beauty, a little each day
Carefully choosing each word and action-
coloring them with kindness

Be honest, but without cruelty
Stop tolerating the intolerable
stop committing to what you don't want
stop rejecting what you truly need
life is a limited commodity
don't squander your time or anyone else's

Clothe yourself with humility
artist's smock of life
the covering that allows for
mistakes, creativity
and continual learning

Make the most of every moment
especially
the ones in-between
you might find that in the end
they were the most precious times of all


Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: beauty, bible, community, dedication, miracle, perspective, prayer,

I LOVE HER HEALING HANDS, blessed by Jesus Christ

I
They are scarred, barely able to write a letter
But her hands have helped make us humans better

II
I prayed from afar, chasing a revolution, another falling star
She sacrificed by nursing the agedA Sister? Friend? Daughter?

III
In the winter of my life, I cannot see with these eyes
I won't see her hands - I know they are scarred prayers in disguise

IV
Jesus still heals.Is it His will to heal my eyes, my future, me?
Viola! I pray my Savior heals her hands (My greatest testimony).


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: appreciation, community, engagement, i love you,

I LOVE YOU MORE--THAN-

I LOVE YOU MORE--THAN-

I have loved you over all;
I have dreamed of you as a star;
Encompassing all the gatherings;
Around explosive galaxies;
As I achieve;
This I believe;
above all things;
The skies, the moon, the planets and stars;
I love you more
Than the drops in the seas and oceans
I love you more
More than, more than you can breathe
For my darling I love you more than me;

I have loved you before your birth;
I've loved you  it's my choice;
Oh, and how I love you in astonishing ways;
So much joy to my heart you've gave;
This I believe;
above all things;
The skies, the moon, the planets and stars;
I love you more
Than the drops in the seas and oceans
I love you more
More than, more than you can breathe
For my darling I love you more than me;

Oh!, and once again I say..
I love you more than sunshine
I love you more because your not mine
I love you more than the air I breathe
I love you more than me...
Oh! and I love you
Oh! and I love you, I love you more than..
fish needs water, love you more
cause you're God's Daughter
I love you more than ice cream and cake
more than every celebration that a child makes
Love you
more
Than the drops in the seas and ocean;
I love you more
More than, more than you can breathe
For my darling I love you more than me;
I love you more than

1/26/19
written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: community, happiness, health, identity, integrity, love, time,

Resonance

Earth health-love resonance
is bird song
contrasted to dissonance
of non-ecologos
decaying cars
and non-theomythic truck technologies
of terror
and mismanaged motorcycles
flowing incessantly by.

Optimal resonance lives inside an eco-forested bird sanctuary
before and after a WestWind storming toward East
contrasted to challenged resonance
of living every WinLose day
next to a bird-nested tree
and a State HighWay.

These influence our polycultural health-love outcome potential
hearing Either-Or deductive contrast
as Left-oppositional and Right-appositional,
bipolar egocentric and dipolar eco-harmonic,
and see Both-And induced comparisons
polypathic wonder of ego-health potential
with polyphonic awe for eco-wealth integrity,

And not so monoculturing mundane much
as simply and always Win-Lose fundamentalism,
Either deductively successful
Or reductively impossible;
anti-inductive mistrust.

Future Search of a newborn child,
Both-And Elder RightBrained,
regardless of species
or multicultural seasoning,
is boundaried by DNA-RNA's historical
holonic iconic meaning
folding-unfolding fractals
in emerging-submerging bilateral Time.

In this same way,
Future Search of post-millennial Real 4Dimensional Time
regeneration
is double-boundaried
by WinWin PositivEnergy
historical and ecological confluent memories
and LoseLose NegativEntropic
dissonant
absence of Future WinWin ReSearchers,
whistling birdsong favorites
after climatic WesternDominant storms.

BeLoved Resonant
mythic mystery
lies within wu-wei cusps
Tipping Points of Left-nature with Right-spirit,
secular experience of and for sacred iconic memory,
ecologos and theomythos
reweaving
reconnecting Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
EgoPatriarchs in healthy love with WiseElder EcoMatriarchs
inside as outside,
within as without,
below as above
Zero Health-Articulating Zones 
for Win-Win love.


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: community, forgiveness, god, life, love, peace, wisdom,

FOSTERING A REIGN OF PEACE



How easy it is to get wrapped up
In our own little universe
The cocoon of the daily grind
Of going about our business
Trying to protect our turf
‘Cause we’re more fragile than we let on
We live in fear that aggressors surround us
Propelling us to not forget and not forgive

Yet when we step back and 
Focus on the meaning of our life
On the direction we want to take 
And the legacy we’ll leave behind
We do want to be kinder and 
Contribute to a better world
Not just for us but for mankind 

In the end we’ll face our Maker
Standing alone solely accountable
For our deeds and misdeeds
Responsible for our own journey
For how we cultivated our heart
And the goodwill we did impart

When tallied will we have done enough
Or will we be asking for forgiveness 
For barely meeting a passing grade
With this in mind and while it’s not too late
Let’s all take stock of what’s in our heart 
All start practicing forgiveness
And letting go of the past as we realize
To forgive is to set ourselves free



Submitted on November 3, 2018, for contest SOMEONE FORGIVEN YOU: WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU'VE FORGIVEN DRAMATIC VERSE sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR  -  RANKED 4TH


Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, best friend, birth, blessing, community, love,

A man's lot

A man's lot is not for a woman to bear,
A man's lot is not for a woman to replace
A man's lot is not for a woman to excuse,
A man's lot is not for a woman to direct,
A man's lot is not for a woman to belittle.
A man's lot is not for a woman to cling to,
A man's lot is not for a woman to pigeonhole.

A woman's lot is not for a man to own,
A woman's lot is not for a man to decide,
A woman's lot is not for a man to discourage,
A woman's lot is not for a man to define,
A woman's lot is not for a man to pity,
A woman's lot is not for a man to despise,
A woman's lot is not for a man to fear.

Nor is it a man or a woman's job to to dictate,
What these lots mean to any one man or woman.
The only thing that should define either role,
Is respect for a choice made freely and willingly,
Without coercion or lack of opportunity,
With passion and love the driving force.

Will making fifty fifty calls, 
For women and Men without passion,
Or love of the choice made in their name,
That makes men ashamed to be men and women ashamed to be women, 
Really be the path to a just society.
Can we not look to the great women of the past who let passion and love,
Be their guide when mountains had to be climbed, men had to be convinced
And social norms ignored.
These trail blazers who were not ashamed of their sex, 
Who fought not to take over but to stand alongside on equal footing.

Will we ever understand that equality equals opportunity?
Opportunity equals progress,
Progress equals commitment,
Commitment equals Love, respect, passion, understanding
Understanding equals lack of shame or guilt about a choice
We should all be free to make by and for ourselves.
Only when we have learned the meaning of these words can we
Hope to one day reach the top of the mountain,
And see what grows where Love and Passion alone are the driving force.






Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: community, hope, love,

Zanadeau

The timeless mystery of Zanadeu lingers in my mind’s eye only in my dreams.
I have a bare whisper of confidence that I remember much of it now, however,
Once upon a dreamland state, it was my night time haven, my escape place.
Zanadeu was of my own eight-year-old imagination’s making, and it was wonderful.
A land where I was queen and king and god and czar and prime minister, the boss in other words.
I escaped my bore snore real life and delivered my soul to this escape place almost as soon as I retired.
For one whole year I was the ruler of Zanadeu, and I was magnificent, the best they had ever seen.
When I came outside the palace, there were perpetual parades and banners and flags in my honor.
I built everything I could to help the ones who needed it.
The homeless had homesThe dogs had ownersThe cats had people to rule.
Cats being the mini-rulers that they are, I had no choice about this.
The children were taken away from parents who were mean or surly,
Given instead to lovely parents who lavished love and confidence and respect into them.
I built theme parks and roller coasters and magical mini-kingdoms, and everyone was free.
There were no cages because we did not need themThe lions and the puppies loved each other,
Licking and smiling, as they knew there would always be enough meat for everyone without any killing.
No killingsNo robberiesNo heartache of any kind in Zanadeu, my perfect little world built by the
Idealistic mind of an 8-year-old who had a snippy, snappy, nasty excuse for a teacher.
I will never forget how my dreams saved me that year.
Zanadeu, I wish I could conjure you up today, but
Alas, I am too socialized now.
You are but a terrific
Wonderful memory.
Hope personified.
Zanadeu.


Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: community, culture, dad, daughter, devotion, education, family, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, friendship, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, international, joy, marriage, men, mentor, mother daughter, niece, parents, poems, relationship, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, voice, wisdom, world, youth,

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, children, christian, community, dad, daughter, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, family, father, father daughter, feelings, forgiveness, friend, friendship, god, happiness, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, love, marriage, memory, mom, my children, parents, religion, religious, sister, social, society, son, success, teen, today, together, trust, uplifting, urban, wife,

The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: care, caregiving, community, confusion, courage, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, fruit, giving, growing up, growth, happiness, happy, health, heart, heaven, home, how i feel, innocence, inspiration, inspirational, international, life, light, longing, love, my children, passion, peace, people, poems, poetry, poets, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, self, spiritual, spoken word, strength, wisdom, words, writing,

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

RevSamuel Mack
Copyright 2013

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Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: care, celebration, character, community, courage, culture, dedication, emotions, freedom, heart, identity, image, inspiration, inspirational, life, love, passion, patriotic, places,

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


Poem Details | by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: community, culture, family, hip hop, love, urban, youth,

HIP HOP

Give me a beat and mic
I’ll recite what I write
Let me tell you a story of the hardships of life
How to survive poverty and strife
It’s the lifestyle of the youth
Through the music it speaks the truth 
Everyone became more diversified
We found the truth when the elders lied 
It reminds us of our strength and unity
Never about self but just about family
It changed the world of fashion
A culture religion; it’s how we living
Always breaking racial barriers and it binds us
Together we learned how to love and trust
It teaches us black lives matter
Poetic black youth spit verses and their pockets got fatter 
Many become urban legends and stars
It taught us to dream big and we can go far
What we say, wear, eat, drink, and think
Don’t turn your heads and don’t even blink
This thing you were scare of and wanted to stop
You can’t it’s the fabric of America, HIP HOP


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: america, anti bullying, community, conflict, discrimination, hate, love,

Today's Homily

In those days, when we feared the truth

not for ignorance of it within ourselves

but for the dangers posed by speaking aloud
 
against the prejudices of masses too well-tutored

in lies and hatred, we kept our secrets

and hid among the crowds, assuming

their rabid colorations, spewing the same

evil venom, spreading all the same lies,

pretending that the past was better

than the present, that regression

to our yesterdays, the years gone by,

could create for us, anew,

that Eden we all lost, that sanctuary

from our knowledge of the world, of evil;

and, our regained ignorance

would restore the bliss we lost

with our innocenceThat, the biggest lie,

feeds our growing xenophobia --

hastens humanity's ultimate demise.

Time does not flow backwards in this universe;

and there is no "us versus them" --

we are all crowded here together

on this fragile planet, all in this together.

We must be kind, and love one another, or die.


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, grief, happiness, heartbroken, heaven, history, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, parody, people, political, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sin, social, society, sorrow, sorry, today, urban,

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption.. God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, community, confusion, dedication, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, god, grief, growing up, happiness, heaven, hope, inspiration, introspection, irony, lost, lost love, love, people, places, political, power, pride, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sad love, sin, social, society, sorrow, spiritual, trust,

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth.. Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


Poem Details | by Nya Johnson |
Categories: baby, beauty, black african american, boyfriend, child, christian, dad, daughter, death, depression, education, family, freedom, girl, health, life, lonely, lost love, love, mother daughter, native american, relationship, romance, romantic, school, seasons, sorrow, stress, work, day, grandmother, light, community, day, light, love, rose,

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: adventure, anniversary, baptism, beauty, bible, birthday, celebration, christian, community, faith, family, feelings, children, forgiveness, god, grandparents, grandson, history, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, joy, life, love, passion, peace, people, poems, poets, prayer, religious, senses, simple, society, spiritual, strength, teacher, time, together, tribute, truth, wisdom, words, world,

US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US 
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US 
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US

RevSamuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

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Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, best friend, bible, boyfriend, brother, child, childhood, community, conflict, dedication, depression, dream, eulogy, faith, farewell, fear, feelings, first love, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grief, heartbroken, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lost, missing, missing you, mother, sad, sad love,

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
StStephen’s college


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, anger, anniversary, beautiful, best friend, body, candy, career, caregiving, celebration, city, community, crazy, creation, dark, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, emotions, feelings, fire, first love, for him, hope, how i feel, humor, i love you, inspiration, journey,

First Crush: You Crushed My feelings forever

For the boy who had gone through his first crush. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!

Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!

She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!

Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!

My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!

Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!  with Suyog Pagare