Long Gift from god Poems

The Titanic played its music
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Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 6

Brahmari Pranayama or Humming Bee Breath

IMP. NOTE: Temporarily I am stopping new episodes 
of Yoga in Poem due to personal reasons and will try 
to restart Yoga in...

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ABOUT   THE   PRESS


The media, the press was established as an institution to fight for humanity and human right as well. To serve as a mediator between the people underground and the...

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A Brief For The Defense 

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies 
are not starving someplace, they are starving 
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. 
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants....

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You know some verse and poems are Fiction this is a True story that happen to me today...
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…Well, it’s 9:28 am…
On today August 16, 2019
I was on break twixt my job, of driving school children.
Was...

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Is Joss Whedon ‘I AM?’ (1) Christ Reincarnate?
                  I Think That That’s Doubtful!

More than Trump ‘IS’ (1) (by...

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A fierce battle ensues for the soul
                         
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I believe in God the Father
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St Anthony's orphanage was founded some thirty years ago
For homeless and orphaned children, by a priest Father Angelo
Every child was made welcome; race and religion mattered not
And every Christmas Father Angelo ensured presents they all...

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Quotes:
1. "Doubt is not the absence of faith - certainty is!"  Karen Armstrong

therefore

2. "It is impossible to be a true Christian and not have doubts!"   Brian Johnston

3. “For by grace you have...

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Passion and compassion vibes flow
Let the flowers grow, you know?
Yes, you know...because it’s shown
In your oceanic eyes...it’s like an ice cream with its favorite cone...it’s flavorful and all alone

Your voice is depicted in shimmering, scrumptious...

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BEING ABLE TO SEE 
MY OWN ENERGY, 
MY OWN FREQUENCY
FROM INSIDE OUT 
AND OUTSIDE IN
AT THE SAME TIME,
FELT AND SEEMED NORMAL.
I COULD FEEL THE ENERGY.
I WAS THE ENERGY.
I AM THE ENERGY, THE FREQUENCY.
I AM WHOLE,...

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My missing piece.


Sometimes I’m crying hard on the inside;
I’ve been thinking about you running through my head,
From time to time.


And if you can hear me, I’m here for you
And all that I hope for is...

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On my way to work one day I stopped to tie my shoe -
I had no way of knowing they were there -
But when I glanced across the lawn and saw their pretty hue, 
The...

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Placed 9th in:
A Brian Strand Premiere  No. 1224 Poetry Contest


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On my way to work one day I stopped to tie my shoe -
I had no way of knowing they were there -
But when I glanced across the lawn and saw their pretty hue, 
The...

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They say making a friend is quite easy,
It’s “not being eaten” that’s hard, 
And a cloud’s life is known to be breezy,
A dog’s mean (that’s tied in a yard)....

That a lifetime can pass in an...

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How did my Nanny know of the horrors that went on in our home?  Was it the palpable fear in my eyes, or her heavenly instinct?  Today, I believe she had a divine...

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Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got...

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Are we really free?*
Free to chose to:
Go wherever we please? 
Do whatever we desire?
Be with whom we wish? 
Pick whichever thing we fancy?
Without coercion? 
Without ever being obliged by an unseen force in 
A predetermined...

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There is a day of rest for you and me
A Sabbath day of sweetest harmony
Where God and man converse and blessings dwell
and sacred hours are spent to be made well

It is the seventh day, a...

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when I went through the living room they had turned the lights off on the tree, all but the star, sitting at the very top of the tree above all the ornaments, still shining brightly...

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Yeah true she might not be flesh of my flesh or a product of my seed, i may not have carried her in my womb for 9 months but that don't mean I didn't succeed....

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The Untold story of a Sitar 2 of 3

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Although
Time had not forgotten
To leave its immortal impressions
On this unique piece of hand work  
Where 
The winds of change
Had blown without forgetting to rub
It’s hot and...

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Paddy

His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short!  He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a...

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