Quatern Poems | Quatern Examples

“Pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5;17-18. The hands of compassion echo kindheartedness like Christ conveyed. To the Good Samaritan’s mind, cost discounted; duty outweighed. In disparate worlds without slurs the hands of compassion echo. It matters not where needs occur; they’re unique, unlike art deco. They are hands that go...

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‘Alas ! My heart had to leave its treasures at sides of path of Life to end at ‘ Death’. - Poet In last phase decrepit heart to mourn. All achievements turned obsolete. ...

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breath by breath with God connected is the hope that springs in our heart that bliss pulsations detected our true life journey can then start having renounced desires we are breath by breath with God connected for though we had drifted afar we’re always by Him protected in our heart’s cave we’ve detected, His presence as bliss magnetism breath by breath with God connected we’ve...

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At last I’m loud to speak breathless Since long, days were passing in bleak ...

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Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days. Too long Past and too short Future At present, in senile decay. Does not matter, rue or rapture. No dynamism., life stagnant, ...

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“Memories come forth to say... we are with you to stay.” ...

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though we’re caged in this body-mind within our heart always springs hope as we shift into pathways kind opting to with love to elope our heart tells us we’re always free though we’re caged in this body-mind yet once with God’s laws we agree we escape lust’s demonic bind imagined fears are left behind when to the truth impulse we bend though we’re caged in...

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"Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater." -George Washington Carver "Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate...

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On path of life, Me the runner. In heat or cold, in rain or sun ' Sporty Persona ' is my banner. Holding Moral Values, I run. Honouring Honesty to proceed. On path of life, Me the runner. ...

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The heart of Night pierced by first light, Dawn gives birth to a brand new day. And wildflowers instinctively; begin opening their petals. Shadows scurry back into cracks, the heart of Night pierced by first light. And color steps from the shadows, as the moon completes its cycle. A spectacular sun rises once more, to push back the darkness. The heart of Night pierced by...

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the orphaned child gazed at the moon consoled not by love from afar he sat alone, holding a spoon stark solitude was his soul’s scar the lamp in the sky has its moods the orphaned child gazed the moon when it is pitch dark, his heart broods callous too seems, the sun at noon “if God’s real, grant me love’s boon that tender touch...

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all that is, is a play of light crystallised as myriad forms known by sages who have clear sight bravely weathering life’s fierce storms if we’re enabled, we can see all that is, is a play of light the sky is veiled by our mind tree fear makes day too seem like the night soul has fallen from heaven’s height this manifest...

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Difficult to speak right at right moment Words of mouth thrown once can't be taken back. I try to be polite on each comment. ...

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Oh, echoes of the silent shore... Reverberate serene delight As soul is joyous all the more To bask toward God’s caring flight. I’m gripped midst streams of blessing flow Oh, echoes of the silent shore... Caress my heart, smiting pain’s woe Whispering God’s love to the core. Enabled indeed for faith soar Grateful soul persists to prevail Oh, echoes of the...

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Each morn at dawn, we are reborn, then tendencies come into play, attachments which are not yet sawn, within feeble form made of clay. With ego cravings left behind, each morn at dawn, we are reborn, in warmth of heart, loving and kind, regardless of how life rolls on. Soul’s the canvas we write upon, as the radiance of the sun; each morn at dawn,...

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