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When people call me an atheist,
I just nod my head.
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”
Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.
Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.
To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.
When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it?
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?
I am not from the 'show me state' of Missouri, but I should have been.
One of my greatest weaknesses is that I tend to be a 'natural born sceptic'.
I believe in 'being shown' and not just told, to ease my feeling of being 'sold'.
Even after that, there is no certainty, because we are not always seeing what we see.
Sometimes, what appears in our eyes is neither a dream, mirage, or nightmare, but a smoke screen designed to create questions and alter our perception. It is a diversion, a distracter, a false-alarm; BUT IT IS ALSO AN OPPORTUNITY FOR US TO BE DISCERNING.
Did you hear about the man who came across a deadly snake? Cutting his head off, the man assumed the snake was dead and no longer a threat. Big mistake! The head of the snake is where the venom is located, and the head was not dead. The man was bitten, but fortunately, he lived to tell his own story, and no doubt learned a very great lesson about assumptions.
Sometimes we see things as dead that are still alive, and other things we see as alive but are dead. BEWARE OF THE SMOKE THAT GETS INTO OUR EYES.
112820PSCtest, It is what it is........Or is it???, John Lawless
Nothing prepares a heart for the first glance,
None other than the heart of a lover seeing another,
No verse can contain the chemistry exchanged
Between the two hearts brought by chance.
No raging war can fight off the fires that ignite,
That glorious moment the first touch of a hand is felt,
No ballad can capture the essence that flows
Between two bodies embracing all the night.
No sceptic doubts the passion that overflows,
When anatomies collide in a long love-making dance,
No sonnet can comprehend the love exuding
Between two lovers craving a love that grows.
No cynic can criticise the heat felt in each kiss,
Shared as a sign of pure love & affection like no other,
No quatrain can express the ultimate promise
Between two souls to remain as one in utter bliss.
Nothing can ever bring asunder God’s mighty work,
That bringeth forth the rose and the eagle destined together,
No force roaming Earth known or unknown stands
Between two hearts blessed as the Master’s artwork.
Spring of' twenty twenty'
Cars nolonger on the roads
The streets are now empty!
Resturants and bars closed
Nothing but clear blue skies
As nolonger was any polusion
People stocking up on suplys
Admist all of the confusion!
Listening to the sound of nature
Something you don't often hear;
Though uncertain now the future
Rules by which we have to adear!
Because of this global pandemic
That has swept through the nation
Some people were though sceptic"
At the now prospect of isolasion!
But to some how hault the spread
To stop the death toll from rising
As alot of people are now dead"
And still so many more are dying!
If we had first closed the boarders
To try and reduce the contamination
Goverments were given strict orders"
Warned by the world health organisation!
So we were all in total quarantine:
And under a now strict curfew!
Untill they come up with a vaccine"
Awaiting a response from the who!
Being told we all have apart to play!
Though some people for them self"
What often felt like "ground hog day"
The effect on peoples mental health!
Part 1 0f 3 to be continued.....
Love for First sight :
Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”
Because you were my real boy friend forever.” “I meant it when I said I didn't believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone.
It's not easy to believe in love at first sight until that special person comes along and steals your heart.
Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.
It’s the first time that my heart has become so restless.
Waiting has now become very difficult .
Yes, it seems as if I’m in love.
I have become very impatient now to meet with my real gf.
She have complete control over my pure heart and pure soul now,
it seems like i have fallen in love for the first time in my real life.
I don’t find sleep all night long.
Every moment thoughts of her senseless talks,the memory of good time spent torture me.
How should I describe my real feeling of love to her?
If i go far away but come back to her again.
O my beloved, what’s this happening to my heart!
It seems as if I’m in love.
The intoxication of her speaking gaze has robbed my heart.
O my beloved, Your simplicity has robbed me.
The feeling of pain seems pleasant to me now
Today I have learnt what it means when two hearts unite.
I have full trust on my heart-beats now.
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire."
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your own destiny according to your own good wishes for you.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Inspired by Charles B. Widmeyer’s hymn “Come and Dine.”
COME AND DRINK
It’s inside of him who waits—
passion afore it’s too late.
The stirring of the waters, his healing close.
With no working legs, no boast,
has no friends to help him coast
into the waters…then Jesus overflows.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
Magdalene’s seven spirits—
viscosity that digs deep.
She’s haunted by nefarious wolves—sceptic.
Deeper still, one touch of Christ,
draws her to the highest heights.
Deeply cleansed from impure thoughts— Christ heals the sick.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
What’s better than this? The lamb—
led to the cross…great I Am
eaten up with all our suffering and sins.
What’s better than that? The dawn
bursts forth lovely as a swan—
Christ with life-giving power, a righteous win.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
10/18/2021
“All war is a deception”
The day was chilly and dark
Low clouds hung over the sun
A low church stood a silent witness
To the raging sea and surf
Past its bent arch, darkness reigned
A candle lit slowly by the priest.
One by one the faces come to light.
Amused bronze. Smiling stone. Unsurprised.
For a time the length of that candle
gesture after gesture revives and dies.
Stance after lost stance is found
and lost again.
Who was that, you ask.
The saviour, the son, the priest replies.
A sceptic candle coughs.
I count the angels on the wall
And mother Mary’s soft tears
As all around the war rages
You come out in the dark sun
And find the children playing the game of death
24/09/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For constance’s “The Church by the ocean” contest
Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick
And all i can think is how was it done
That is the level of sceptic i have become
With every believer comes a sceptic
Enter front and left Captain Sceptic
Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal
Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm
Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand
If it's to good to be true it generally is
And there is no such thing in life
that's free
That doesn't come with strings attached
The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is
Read the small print fastidiously
before signing
Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer
I wanted a quiet evening, away from Proto
To order a pizza with loads of ricotta,
And write a poem, with not one interruption,
Savoring a glass of wine, without disruption.
Sounds perfect to me said a voice, let us begin.
I looked around no one was there except Lynn
My golden Labrador, the voice spoke once more,
It’s so pretty outside, from here comes inspiration,
Poems bring serenity,
But at times written in desperation.
The voice came from my poem I had just started,
I was delighted, felt elated could this be magic.
I believe that you talk, I’m no sceptic
You’re the words creating my poem and I a poet.
I will stay by your side, and together,
We will travel where ever, forever.
With a fame so destined,
Bitcoin will have nothing on us
We will kick up a such a lot of dust,
And create a great fuss.
Now don’t forget this is my poem, I explained, you only
Add if I ask.
Once upon a poem and rhyme,
Lived an old, old man called time,
No, no, no, said the words,
The cat,
Sat on the mat
And ate the rat
That is not poetry I shouted, you arrived in my space
Perhaps you should explain why you’re here,
And state your case!
Then I heard another voice, somewhat shrill
I’m so glad it said, chase the words away
I recognized the second voice straight away,
For I’d heard it every day,
It was my Muse, she sounded sad and was crying
You don’t love me anymore, my heart is dying,
So I assured my muse Patsic
That altogether, we’d create worldwide magic!
Oh good said the words, it was getting too much
And spilt a tear on the poetry page.
Now can you listen, please,
I’m not so young in age,
I can’t get so upset,
Glad we have all met.
Then continued,
The furry cat,
Sat on the Persian mat,
And ate a fat rat.
Still unacceptable, I said to the words,
Let me finish mine.
No, no, exclaimed the words, I want to try again,
The eclipse on the earth, orbiting into the moons shadow,
Glimpses the bright sun, and from a slither so narrow,
Stop, I said, that was good,
Perhaps I’ll let you finish tomorrow.
So you thought it was good, let’s do the dance of joy,
And as we danced, the words on my page
Scattered everywhere.
I looked at my new friend,
It will be an eventful, ecstatic journey for us,
This partnership of three, will I know,
Entertain,
Time and time again!
Those eyes of yours
Holding a bunch of blue sky
Have been inspiring me lifelong
To seek rhyme and song
In turbulence
A Buddha like balance
Then you, the sceptic
Always asking
'What is your view?'
Almost like Socrates
Never readily conforming to
Any set thesis
Would open a sky
Asking why this
Why not that
To discover a new door to stand at
Thus you wanted to groom us:
'Cogito ergo sum'
I think, therefore I am
Relaxing my diaphragm
And now in the twilight I look at
My too many windows to look out
For a new sprout
I thank you there
Among the twinkling stars
And you young girl
How soft suave but yet straight
Is your speech
While we screech at a little conflict
Raising ugly forms
Ignoring norms of civilization
You are always low but firm
Polite but powerful
I try to be like you
In my communications
In interrelations
A grandfather trying to emulate a granddaughter
Life is a great assorter
And there you
The oranges in the tree
The beauty spree
The life and lyre free
Have inspired me
To stay happy
Even in despondency
Then you
The beggar in the street
A lesson for survival
Never say yes to defeat
You have to first sleep and eat
Then towards other vitals
You the whore
Drifting from shore to shore
Embracing sort of death
For the sake of life
Tiny shines of strife
Where ever you look at life
With a childlike interrogation
With a touch of admiration
Will come across
In a session
Diamonds of inspiration
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3/1/2017 : Contest: Who has inspired you most in your life
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