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my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me an insect a flea
how short of life would life be
and all of God's creatures
i'd fear and flee
so small and fragile
not easy to see
crushed by everything but me
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God made me into a bee
i'd rally with my brother bee's
gather pollen from plants and trees
build a fortress for a queen
work like the devil to keep it clean
if any should bother our domain
where it is
i'll give them my stinger
and no longer live
such is the life for us and he
whom god decides
to make a bee
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God decided an eagle i'd be
noble, honored, swift and sleek
flying in the air for food i seek
secretly fishing with my eye
rarely is seen my deadly dive
I AM the symble for liberty and pride
i'll mate only once and then i'll die
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me into a tree
standing tall above it all
save the mountians standing tall
in it's season making leaves
protecting both birds ans bee's
reaching high into the sky
growing wider than all living creatures
bearing fruit to feed the nations
eating the sun's rays before the hit they ground
my shade a cool shelter for everything around
my wonders wonder how it would be
if God decided a peacock i'll be
i'd strut and wear my tail so proud
my feathers match with any croud
my eye's and beak they match so well
the prettiest of birds
it is known so well
my feathers are emaculate
and my shape is so swell
i take great pleasure
in showing off my tail
my wonders wonder why it came to be
God made me a human being
so different and diverse are each of us
some of us praise , some of us curse
yet we struggle to believe in God above
one they think is evil
and the other made of love
to us he gave intelect
with a capasicity to feel
complicated emotions that shatter and kill
but with this comes motivation
to create and build
an internal competition
to be better and better still
some men beg some men borrow
and some men commit fraud
and most of them presumably
forgot about their god
but in this world of wonder
where wonders never cease
there is a visible God
watching man and beast
My Prayer on Xmas Day
You came as a beam of Light, for the suffering humanity,
To remove, cruelties of Life and to spread Love and forgiveness,
And became, a symbol of a new dawn,
Ending the dread of the darkness by your sublime Love, Light & forgiveness,
Simplicity, and the teachings of forgiveness and Love for all,
Was the name of your great causes, and your divine appearance, O’ Jesus,
Your heart melts to heal, every suffering human,
And the light of your love, filled a new life to awaken the souls of those,
Who were in miseries and pains and were in great sufferings,
Humanity would always remain indebted, for showing everyone,
A path of Love, forgiveness and living a life of truthful non-voilence,
My humble prayer to You, on the great day of Xmas would be,
To show a path of Love in the hearts of those, who are living in hatred,
To throw a light of kindness and Love, on those, who are in great distress,
Instead of revenge and violence, which is slowly engulfing the entire world,
Fill the heart of every human being, irrespective of,
Places, beliefs and religions, with the Light of Your divine Love & benevolence,
And bless them, so that they may know the joy of living with Peace and Love,
And may adopt a better way of life, of living with love and kindness for all others.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 19th Dec. 2010
GREETINGS FOR ALL
With Greetings for all my friends anywhere in the world, for a Merry Christmas and a very
Happy and Prosperous New Year 2011.
Constance-Rambling Poet For Contest: Among The dead
By John Moses Freeman
~It is said of Raven the dead are fed…
she walks in death’s broad ways among the tombs…
in the valley of the shadow of death…
she speaks, they comprehend her bequeath!
~But death’s Lord be also Lord of life…
his paradox thus be life and death…
death having become mercy, where is thy sting…
what of illusions but life vesting death's fling!
~Souls treading in death’s dark and shadowed valley…
having become wise as the serpent’s part…
making straight and narrow the crooked place…
lift up serpent's cure on a pole for a space!
~Adamant be the particles of light’s truth…
adapted to dark illusions of scheme…
until their serpent's darkness be filled…
judgment fulfilled beseeches grave's cruel seal!
~Raven darkness be sister of the graves…
her serpent divided her from light…
in darkness she proves the plight…
for darkness comprehends not truth’s light!
~Adamant love betwixt is a fulcrum’s glue…
transpires chaos to order as one truth…
thus the shadowed sister of darkness plight…
is approved of elect lady’s light!
~ Thus in the very essence of Raven...
truth of her life destiny is engraved in...Selah!
By John Moses Freeman
For Contest: Among The dead
In Honor of Constance-Rambling Poet
. The right to life concept, often presented as an alternative to pro-choice
abortions, is inherently flawed and inconsistent. Since when does it make sense to value a
person's birth but not the life she/he would lead after it? The idea of a 'right to life'
implies that the life should be as free of pain and suffering as the parent is capable of
providing for the child. If a person has the right to life, he also has the right to the
means to live it. Yet far too many people are routinely born into either slavery or misery
stricken dumps lacking basic necessities since their parents were never given the right to
secure a safer position in the world for themselves or their child.
The truth is it's not the right to the baby's life that's valued but the
inherent murder it implies in whomever prevented it from living. By the time human beings
absolutely understand that murder is wrong, including the right and/or need for the state
to murder anyone for any reason whatsoever, the technology of birth control would have
evolved with enough sophistication so that a woman could fully choose where and when she
would raise a child with absolute certainty, thus making the need to murder the child
completely unnecessary and so it will forever be gone from everyone's mind.
*This is my opinion and nothing more.
bare up to listen if you dare
to words of poets spoken so rare
within these words chosen with care
timeless messages encoded there
our hearts to the depths of love untold
with in words secrets attempt to unfold
fragility of hearts made of glass
often broken by unnoticed pass
our pride in country, family and God
rarely is seen the road we trod
giving life , health and limbs for strangers
all the time knowing the dangers
words that rang out within our hearts
words from poets and prayers impart
what once was living; resurected by art
the plain, the shy, the cowardly depart
leaving the brave, the hero's, the ledgends of heart
to fight, to wittness the cruelty of Satans art
and of life there are many themes
each and every one pretaining to thee
for there is nothing new under the sun
for every battle there is a victory won
to be a hero or a martyr
some they know not
but for the principle
the reason they fought
it mattered not the reward they got
but what was right, was right and life mattered not
weather battlefield or police shootout
they fought
over a little piece of land
their parents bought
poets know justice is from the heart
and pens telling the story is our part
when justice is justice
and laws are unjust
the feelings poets commandeer
and rush
A fresh stroke of paint on her canvas gave scent to the room
She painted, talent sat byt her side and so did her heart
With every stroke a new face took life, radiant in color and detailed shade
The eyes were sharp, for it seemed as if a star had bursted infront of them
The image frozen on his eyes
A smile grew from pink and red, a little orange
Her eyes fixed on her creation, she marveled with idea and adventure
Poetic verses sang the thin air
For she inspired by a poet
Words of love made way to her heart
Her soul did dance, and before she could realize she had fallen
He was her every thought, her every question
She admired his spoken art
Always she was the protagonist of his literature
A tear fell from her eye, rolling down her cheek it landed on her brush
Another stroke, and another it was the face of her beloved that she created
For he will always be her poet, and she his artist
Let no one testify against their love, for love is love
Will tomorrow be dry? Oh heavens forgive my cry
For I cannot see my life being life without her
I love you pumpkin with my all
And she hanged the finished portrait of darkpoet in her hearts wall
Where is sits today and for eternity
Art and rhyme, let judge only be time
PRECIOUS CHRISTINA TAYLOR GREEN, WAS A SILENT, BUT FRESH AND UNTOUCHED,
YES! SHE'S A PRISTINE HERO FOR DEMOCRACY. SHE ENTER OUR LIFE TIME WHEN
THERE WAS A FEROCIOUS ATTACK ON OUR DEMOCRACY.
NOW THIS MIGHTY MELLIFLUOUS CHILD HAS LEFT OUR LIFE TIME, AS SHE BECAME
ONE OF THE VICTIMS OF, YET ANOTHER FEROCIOUS ATTACK ON OUR DEMOCRACY.
HOW STRANGE.
HOWEVER, FROM UNDERSTANDING HER BRIEF HISTORICAL INVOLVEMENT WITH THE
FREEDOM, OF BEING A "LITTLE LEAGUER" AND A NEWLY APPOINTED MEMBER OF HER
SCHOOL'S "STUDENT COUNCIL," THIS GIANT "LITTLE DARLING 9 YEAR OLDED CHILD"
BRIEF LIFE, EXHIBITED "THE TRUE EPITOME" OF OUR DEMOCRACY, CAUSE SHE WAS
LIVING IT!
SHE'S THE ESSENCE OF THE REASON WHY WE FIGHT WITH EVERY FIBER OF OUR
BEING TO PRESERVE OUR WAY OF LIFE. LITTLE CHRISTINA TAYLOR GREEN FOUGHT
WITH EVERY FIBER OF HER BEING TO TEACH AND LIVE THE LIFE OF DEMOCRACY
AS I REMAIN,
A ETERNAL BEACON OF HOPE THROUGH THE PRECIOUS LIFE OF
DARLING LITTLE CHRISTINA TAYLOR GREEN, BELIEF IN IN HER
MAJESTY AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL, DEMOCRACY!
Form:
The Festival of Light ‘Deewali’
We are celebrating Deewali,
A festival when we light- up many many lights.
Light is more important than life
As life without Light is no Life,
Lightening Deeps or a candle is only symbolic
Enlightening the mind and heart is the real gesture, we celebrate Deewali.
O light Sublime, enlighten my mind,
Under the feet of God, so that I can remain in peace and calm,
Enlighten my soul, so that I can feel the music of God,
Enlighten every human being poor or rich, healthy or sick,
Of any religion, in world’s any part,
As they, all are the children of God.
O graceful Goddess of Light, please fills your light in every human being,
And specially in the life of those, who are in absolute dark, or
In the life of those who are in distress and do not find a light
To console their weeping heart.
Spread your light, like the wings of sky,
Touch every particle, like the Sun touches the earth,
Touch every heart, which is in agonies and are crying,
Put your hands on us like the hands of God,
Wipe tears from every weeping eye, and
Spread your smiles on every face, O Goddess of Light.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 5th November 2010
Haunted by fears of abandonment he lived a life of counter measures
always aloof, his deceptions were a well rehearsed performance;
ultimately judged as inconsiderate and unforgivable;
And labeled as an insignificant happenstance that must be made to pay.
He measured his meters ever so carefully thinking he knew time so well;
Waiting for things to be right but never imagining it would never come back;
But in the end it wasn't time it was life and like a parentless child life;
Delivered to him but a centrifuge of what was once a living dream.
the man only wanted to be loved for who he was and not what he pretended to be;
But could anyone possibly know, being the shape shifter he supposed he was.
But he had a heart and he tried to be kind and he wasn’t superman so how did he;
End up labeled a breaker of promises considerate only of that which he desired.
So the man accepts the blame solely as his own for;
He should have known better but he finds these conclusions hard to bare;
And he considers it to perhaps have been mistaken identity of what;
He once believed an undying love was nothing more than a hopeless delusion
Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give
Chariot of horse,clarion with hoarse,bastion of choice.
I project aboard,my walk in life about.
On the abrasive of craft,by the shaft of the tool of want,
I decipher the yields of the fields.
Aesthetics and complexities;my work will wodge a lodge
to harness.This legacy,these messages variegate my
desires to attune in aspire.
Sentenced to live,then I reason death to poison.
The umbrella to shade the form,the aubriella conform affix.
Bounties of gain liken to effigies of main.
The course of drive my cause,the fuss of cline my force,
The joys of life my plot.
When I look upon the mountain of roam,to decibel my
fountain of goal-As a forethought:I cladded my mind in rock,
Later with my furnace of of prise,it melted into a rise of emission.
To give my flakes in resource,to lift my stakes in return,
To even on the pallet of balance my reward.
Licenced to give,coffers of valour belay the corners of colours
and honours.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni