Best Storehouses Poems

The battle between body and spirit

Housed as I am,
in this earthenware vessel
I witness,
the raging between body and spirit.
My mood- sullen and morose,
a telling sign-
a flashing indicator-
pointing to a weakness in my will,
a slow debilitating decline in my convictions-
indicating a buttressing of my resolve-
is urgently needed.
This...

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Hola, I am Ram mehta,
I am going out to say adios to the land,                  
Where cars are houses,
And houses are storehouses.

I am going out to say adios to...

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Bethlehem, a star attraction, out of thee,
Among the chilliads, the small, the great.
A shining example - how grateful are we?
How deep and wide, one stellar star of fate.

In storehouses: blessings, rain, mannah and snow.
Likewise, one brilliant star from the creation of time,
Proudly displayed, in Paradise,...

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In my mind, thousands of memories swim around.
Funny how we store them up,sort and stack them,are them.
I'm so glad sometimes,
glad nobody can see....
all the memory storehouses
that live and breath deep down inside of me.

Every wonderful sunset, 
and flowers that were picked just for me.
Faces that...

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Wearing her zippered jumpsuit of lime
My queen loves to survey the valley's field.
She dreams of finding a perfect place and time 
She can make her dream city something real.

Megiddo was an ancient and famous city
Where starting at Solomon's gate then entering in,
Delight, pleasance and joy...

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(I am inspired to write this poem by three Hollywood Movies (1)* The movie: Art of crying
(2)** The Cruel Intentions II (3)*** Julienne Moore starer (I don't remember the 
name of the movie)





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Jehovah gave me two boxes to keep
One box was black the other was gold
In the black box, put the tears that you weep
Put your sorrows inside for it to hold.
The gold box is for all the joys you reap
My joys increased, blessings were manifold
The little...

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PAINTER OF THE SKY

Before the beginning of all creations you were
You wove the very foundations to be seemingly fair
Everything stood firm and still
You did this by the words your mouths fill.

Seven centuries you took to paint 
Man and birds and bears breathing your air without...

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Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet
Apples candied or  chopped for  mince meat
Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine
Verily I say.. it's again  harvest time..
Eager for Winter and sun shortened days
Storehouses busting we bring in the strays
Tilling and tending ... the work and the...

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I am going  to say adios to the movies,
Where cars are houses,
And houses are storehouses.

I am going  to say adios to the movies,
Where boy friends are easily found,
But batteries not included.

I am going to say adios to the movies
Where the girls are looking...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves leaving
crop circle clues of 
oracle like the Pied Piper.
We are...

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I indeed need the things you crave
but will not make myself a stark slave.
Men who are truly in need
do not gather grains in greed...
There are no storehouses in the grave.

I need no golden chain and classy shoes,
there are better things for me to choose...
a heart...

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You humans walk about with ease 
With no care nor mere concern
Where every step could maim or kill
And pilage upon return

Whether consciously or unaware 
Your ignorance is noted 
Oblivious to basic laws of motion
Where walking equates to floating 

You boast of sciences and their  order
Superior...

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No matter how far we travel into the universe
No matter how many worlds we conquer
Or marvelous civilizations we encounter
No matter how many creatures we dissect 
How far into the past we probe
No matter how many words we write, or read
There is always one step further;...

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He begins his poems with a negative tone
But there is a positive affirmation of God’s creation
Indirectly affirms the beauty of divine image
As he laments, “Disguised since childhood”
Though one bears the image of God
One comes of age as masks.
And wearing masks is a false creation
As masks...

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