Poetry Soup is becoming a war zone, the enemy is plagiarism with AI owning the throne.
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"Find the 'Other I' within - that's God/Allah/the Nameless."
"Humanity is the only true faith - all scriptures whisper this."
"Skin-deep equality fools. Soul-deep equality liberates."
"Stop wandering aimlessly - go to the connoisseur. Then you'll know if you're glass or diamond."
"Protest selflessly. Self-interested rebels become tomorrow's tyrants."
"God dwells not in hollow religiosity but in our conscience - His true throne."
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" Corporations have been enthroned...An era of corruption in high places will follow and the money power will endeavor to prolong its reign by working on the prejudices of the people...until wealth is aggregated in a few hands...and the republic is destroyed ".
*Written by a man 160 yrs. ago, prophetic, wouldn't you say... Abraham Lincoln
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"God created under the Throne and of it's Light, a Great Tablet in colour as a Green Beryl, and a Great Pen in colour as an Emerald, and filled with ink which was of White Light"
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A hidden treasure under the cottoned-garment can only be mined when a knot-rope is tightened by the prayer's-lead before the congregation — and the king will enjoy his moment in the fleshy-throne of his kingdom.
©® Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
#SpringHearted
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Like quantum entanglement, worship happens in two places at once: Earth and Heaven, in the living room and in the throne room.
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I don't want my throne back.I am here to retaliate.I am here to FUK YOU GUYS.
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No team performs perfectly, as all are prone to mistakes, yet the better ones tend to minimize the errors; through training, repetition, and chemistry, all leading to fewer headaches.
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I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing,
dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat bees drone,
explaining how easy it was to find if you knew where it's hiding...
('Salat Days' by Michael R. Burch)
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Never is stillness more still than the drone /
of echoes of loved ones gone home to their own
(from the poem "Everybody's Going Home")
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Winners and Losers
There are no mistakes. We simply attribute a fiction (blame or guilt) erroneously through a sense of contrived competition. An over-exercised faculty only strengthens these convictions.
Sept 22 21
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'Hurry Honey' Iran..."They don't know whether they are coming or going and so we knocked out one of their 'drones' said, President Trump"
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Nem mesmo a maior corredeira, a maior enxurrada é mais rápida do que o caminho do ser humano em direção ao erro.
E ainda existe uma corrida entre os seres humanos. Muitos são rápidos para raciocinar erroneamente e disputam com outros que nunca raciocinam de forma alguma: ambos correm de outros que perseguem tanto a quem raciocina quanto os outros que nunca raciocinam.
Observar a corrida entre os seres humanos é contemplar a extensão da estupidez humana.
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Rebels to the throne of glory, how Satan has blinded your eyes to the glory of wisdom's light shinning so brightly from all creation so that there's no excuse for unbelief but only condemnation.
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Roses on his headstone*
Violets are black*
His crossing prone*
For nobody had his back*
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a aire of throne is a aire of magic
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magic is aire to an throne
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Our eyes are prone to deception. see,but only the shadows of the ocean
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