Temple Poems - Poems about Temple

Salt a gin and tonic, It’s too dry. Assault my temple with sin, Be honest, You like the rye. Look me in my honest eye, Conversations with myself are the fondest, Because no one understands me better when I rhyme. Took a pen and across the paper it slides, Scribble out the oddest lines. Apply pressure...

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In strange dream-lands Perhaps on far, far away shores Does stand the rim of Beyond Understanding. A temple to higher thoughts, and subtle visions Of more-to-comes and there-afters waiting Holding futures bright, out from foggy mists. Here, here is where your next place dwells Land ye steady, fear not feeling... being alone For there is no such thing, always is... company. Sing you here...

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Q: Will the third temple to be assembled on the temple mount in Jerusalem resemble any previous temple according to Black Swan and/or on Uptime, on You Tube? A; No, it will only have three seats and resemble a counsel chamber of...

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buddha the light of asia the beacon of peace revered around the world confined by some radicals in his own enlighten abode shackled in superstitious principals he broke away from preaching against blind faith encouraging open mind to question all and everything not even sparing him to accept something only after examining on self realization and scientific fact so hear this plea if it appeal to humanity with no intent...

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I adorn myself with petals and words of affirmation Softly spoken over the temple I reside in A home that has been burnt down more times that I can count Walls crashing all around me A fragile foundation I’ve uprooted and moved Unearthed the ground beneath my vessel Stripped away old wounds that have been plastered...

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Goodbye, Legend! It's too hard to bear, It's too hard to live, Without You !! Today sky is crying, so does the ocean, Temple bells are ringing the saddest tune! Nothing will be same without you, Without you, Without You!! Raindrops are whispering our story, Dewdrops are quivering on Lotus leaves, I can't let you go, Darling ~ I haven't told...

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The temple resembled a market place. They bought and sold. By the rich even the Sanctum Sanctorum was controlled. Communion of the humans with the divine seemed delinked. From the lost tongues of hypocrites, like sounds of cracked gongs, clinked Bonfires of sanctity from the hearth of your heart erupt Possessed by the love of your father's abode, you were...

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The sun or earth and the moon resembles a kind of love for instance now, do they share air or water or sticks or something or some stuffs or woods?. For it seems the bond is getting tighter and tighter ...

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The Third Temple The other Abrahamic religions have heard, That the Jews want to build their Temple, Third. But do they expect thousands of animals to kill, Just so their god can get His thrill? We know that God likes the smell of burning meat. While sitting on the mercy seat, He watches all His worshippers eat, While they hope to really accrete. Think...

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Luke started his journey at the Red River Gum tree, Near the Waratah garden and the old sandstone path. He crossed the Bay River, on a bridge that was shaky, And began the climb up the Hill near the town of Wrath. The climb was gradual at first, and he felt at ease, But soon he reached the ten...

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In the temple of the shadows of the century, where moments are lost in metallic echoes, Technology has wrapped its cold tentacles around the human soul, without us realizing, A worldly instrument, propagated as a divine purpose, Pulling us away from our cosmic essence, uprooting us from within ourselves. From the depths of my mind, I hear the neutral...

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Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE), the daughter of the famous King Sargon the Great of Akkad, is the first ancient writer whose name remains known today. Temple Hymn 15 to the Gishbanda Temple of Ningishzida by Enheduanna loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Most ancient and terrible shrine, set deep in the mountain like a mother's womb ... Dark shrine, like a mother's...

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Your body of work My temple I've come to worship Fingers grazing lightly across the ink spilled pages your beautiful soul laid out before me Your minds a flowered field I find myself running to Through the windows of you those dark eyes ever enticing Gateway to the wanted world Lost in limerance, closing the door on the darkness...

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Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage I went begging for water! —Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Chiyo-ni wrote the next poem in calligraphy on a portrait of Matsuo Basho. To listen, fine ... fine also not to echo, nightingale. —Chiyo-ni,...

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In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fragments of petrified walls, While men submerge self in the deluge of the endless bitter draught, No one unravels another's enigma—and yet we wander, undeterred...

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