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unwelcome prayer
oh great god,
hear what I can not utter
take what I can not think
my soul's supplications
for those thoughts I might
pray that I am able to
always be comfortable in
the ways I take from others
I pray now that
I only oppress those that
I do not know
and have no care for
lord, let me usurp
from those who are
my enemies and
defeat my conscience
from robbing of my rest
noble lord provide
this land that
I may blanche its life
and fatten my desires
on the soil's alters
let my neighbor gall
at my accumulation
of your holy creations
so that I see his ire
and when time comes
let me end his offense
and release him to
your heavenly care
for all these blessings
I most humbly prey
upon your better nature
to keep me and mine
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-17
hear what I can not utter
take what I can not think
my soul's supplications
for those thoughts I might
pray that I am able to
always be comfortable in
the ways I take from others
I pray now that
I only oppress those that
I do not know
and have no care for
lord, let me usurp
from those who are
my enemies and
defeat my conscience
from robbing of my rest
noble lord provide
this land that
I may blanche its life
and fatten my desires
on the soil's alters
let my neighbor gall
at my accumulation
of your holy creations
so that I see his ire
and when time comes
let me end his offense
and release him to
your heavenly care
for all these blessings
I most humbly prey
upon your better nature
to keep me and mine
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-17
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
an extension and widening of a long time favorite "prayer" I know...http://warprayer.org/
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sarcasm - n: greek sarcasmus: "to strip off the flesh”
Judgment Day
Life is not but what we make we never say life’s a big mistake.
We look for love and for fame it’s all in the way we play the game.
We call our shots we make our bets and hope it’s one we won’t regret.
But all too soon life’s games at end and now comes the time we have to defend.
For all our rights and all our wrongs in everything that’s going on.
It doesn’t matter were we are in our home
or in our car.
In a Bus or on a train even on a boat or plain
Chances are we won’t get far when our names are called afar.
You’ll here the tone or maybe a bell.
Will it be heaven or maybe hell? No one knows and that’s for sure what really happens when we step through that door.
But it is a trip we’ll all have to make like it or not that trip we must take.
So now we set in awe and wonder see the lighting clap the thunder.
Hoping that we didn’t stray from our loving fathers ways. Because if we did there’ll be hell to pay.
When we come around to our judgment day.
We look for love and for fame it’s all in the way we play the game.
We call our shots we make our bets and hope it’s one we won’t regret.
But all too soon life’s games at end and now comes the time we have to defend.
For all our rights and all our wrongs in everything that’s going on.
It doesn’t matter were we are in our home
or in our car.
In a Bus or on a train even on a boat or plain
Chances are we won’t get far when our names are called afar.
You’ll here the tone or maybe a bell.
Will it be heaven or maybe hell? No one knows and that’s for sure what really happens when we step through that door.
But it is a trip we’ll all have to make like it or not that trip we must take.
So now we set in awe and wonder see the lighting clap the thunder.
Hoping that we didn’t stray from our loving fathers ways. Because if we did there’ll be hell to pay.
When we come around to our judgment day.
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post Comment
Empty Tomb
She saw it open; the tightly shut door. The guards were sleeping, transfixed on the floor. Long before daybreak, mary came to the tomb. His body was stolen, was what she assumed. She distraughted and confused, asked: where you laid him? She was not amused, seeing the "stranger" leaving. She spoke to him; assuming he was another. "Take me to him"! thinking, it's the gardener. The tomb door rolled; angels moved the stone. His garments he fold, for Jesus was alone. No trace or sight, he couldn't be found. Mary after a sleepless night, wondering, what went wrong?? He had indeed arisen, escaping from the grave. God's son; only begotten; therein empower, himself saved. He holds the reigns; lord, over life and death. Every knee shall bow, every tongue will confess: Jesus is lord!
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Christ has indeed risen!CANDLES
Hold a candle
firm and bright
let it shine
in the darker night
show the way
in the darkest day
little light
lead the way
all the way
from earth to heaven
could it be why
they are given
firm and bright
let it shine
in the darker night
show the way
in the darkest day
little light
lead the way
all the way
from earth to heaven
could it be why
they are given
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Posted: Aug 2010
Post CommentThank god!
Thank you God for this new day. And all the blessings that comes my way. Lord shield me don't lead me astray. For you're immortal, i man-of-clay. Let your holy spirit guide if you may. Secure me: by keeping the tempter at bay. Indeed lord you have the final say. This in name of Jesus i pray. Amen!
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Never miss the opportunity to give god thanks.Amazing grace!
Oh! how sweet that touch, my moment of grace. I didn't know much, then, my first taste. So precious the feeling; it drew me near. I found myself yeilding, when it first appeared. There is no equal, no experience to compare. Unique are it's sequels; a mixture of love/care. Much like a soathing breeze, it encompassed my soul. Call it "a spiritual tease", wooing: "come" i was told! Forget "your" romantic nights; such the sunlight ends. This bright adoring light, it's truely a friend. It didn't try to leave; after a one night stand. Grace, embraces and cleaves, took me by the hand. For cleansing of the heart, grace is precious and dear; a swirling spiritual bath, until christ re-appears.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
The sound of grace.Rays From Heaven
Cast upon me, oh precious light
shower me with your golden rays
engulf me in your passion.
Take me to your world
where forever is everlasting
and seconds turn into years.
I need not see the future
just the present, clearly.
Clarity is knowledge.
Oh precious light that shines
you are my master,
my substance for survival.
Let me strive with certianity
let my powers abound
and in your light, let me find truth.
Cast upon me, oh precious light
engulf me in your passion
let eternity set me free.
; Frank.E
shower me with your golden rays
engulf me in your passion.
Take me to your world
where forever is everlasting
and seconds turn into years.
I need not see the future
just the present, clearly.
Clarity is knowledge.
Oh precious light that shines
you are my master,
my substance for survival.
Let me strive with certianity
let my powers abound
and in your light, let me find truth.
Cast upon me, oh precious light
engulf me in your passion
let eternity set me free.
; Frank.E
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
JUST HOW I WAS FEELING AGAIN, LOL.
Her Journey
In that unknown hour of night
A revered silence embraced the darkness
A flame ascends the womb of Sreesamma
Succumbing to the call of nature’s pain
She delivered a baby girl-Padmasini.
Sreesamma embraced her own self
Thanking the eternal realms above,
Casting an eye on the clouds above…
She prayed for wisdom to the new born divine.
The vital force of Padmasini burned alive
An immobile trans passed through her flesh
She communed with the sound of goddess
And she registered the sounds in Padmasini’s glowing soul
Sa Ri Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa…….
Days sped with a content force
Nature took it’s course on Padmasini
Time hath come to fill the right hand force,
Marriage was written on the cards below.
At an age of sublime divinity, a toy she felt of sacred thread
Narasimhachar smiled at her innocence
She tied the thread with prayers in mind
To that beautiful shyness in Mandapa,
The clouds above stopped their march to gaze at her endless beauty.
A musical dream her father had,
veena was gifted in the hands of this divine
she plucked the strings with infinite grace,
a lightening struck the skies above.
Motherhood embedded in female’s life
Knowing this nature’s law -9 took shape in her womb.
An ardous craft took to bring them up,
In those expanding days and nights
A fire filled heart surrendered to veena’s strings,
Managing the house with graze envied…….
The labour started at Gandharva yama
And continued till dawn with lovable glory in her eyes,
In this limited time allotted.
With an ancient sweetness she plucked the veena
In this hectic task, solace was in veena force.
Dancing to the tunes she played
The butterfly found wisdom in her room
Laughing to the tunes she played
The jasmine haunted the room behind her hair
Muttered in beauty of ragas she played
The plants around smiled with tranquil goose bum
She played with grace, signaling god’s sound
The world watched with curiosity ……
Padmasini’s fingers obey the god’s order……..
A revered silence embraced the darkness
A flame ascends the womb of Sreesamma
Succumbing to the call of nature’s pain
She delivered a baby girl-Padmasini.
Sreesamma embraced her own self
Thanking the eternal realms above,
Casting an eye on the clouds above…
She prayed for wisdom to the new born divine.
The vital force of Padmasini burned alive
An immobile trans passed through her flesh
She communed with the sound of goddess
And she registered the sounds in Padmasini’s glowing soul
Sa Ri Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa…….
Days sped with a content force
Nature took it’s course on Padmasini
Time hath come to fill the right hand force,
Marriage was written on the cards below.
At an age of sublime divinity, a toy she felt of sacred thread
Narasimhachar smiled at her innocence
She tied the thread with prayers in mind
To that beautiful shyness in Mandapa,
The clouds above stopped their march to gaze at her endless beauty.
A musical dream her father had,
veena was gifted in the hands of this divine
she plucked the strings with infinite grace,
a lightening struck the skies above.
Motherhood embedded in female’s life
Knowing this nature’s law -9 took shape in her womb.
An ardous craft took to bring them up,
In those expanding days and nights
A fire filled heart surrendered to veena’s strings,
Managing the house with graze envied…….
The labour started at Gandharva yama
And continued till dawn with lovable glory in her eyes,
In this limited time allotted.
With an ancient sweetness she plucked the veena
In this hectic task, solace was in veena force.
Dancing to the tunes she played
The butterfly found wisdom in her room
Laughing to the tunes she played
The jasmine haunted the room behind her hair
Muttered in beauty of ragas she played
The plants around smiled with tranquil goose bum
She played with grace, signaling god’s sound
The world watched with curiosity ……
Padmasini’s fingers obey the god’s order……..
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Musical Journey of Padmasini NarasimhacharPadmasini Narasimhachar is a name that is synonymous with the world of veena players in Bengaluru. This flawless veena player was born on 1932 in Mysore, Karnataka to Sampath Iyengar and Sreesamma, a family that had musical syllables embedded in their daily life . Her father had prolific thala gnana to the extent that he used to play ghatam without formal training in the instrument .
She got married to Narasmihachar at the age of 12. Her formal veena training was instituted at the age of 13 under the guidance of Sreenivas Bhatt, after a short stint of 8 months with Sreenivas bhatt, she had further guidance from H.S Krishnamurthy. The call of mother hood came to her at the age of 16 and from then on she turned out to be the mother of 9 children.
Though the labor of managing a big family as a mother and also as a devoted wife was arduous, she never let lethargic values rule her world, rather was content with veena learning. Unlike these days machines did not support running a household, rather mothers of those days had to depend on traditional methods to ensure food and cleanliness in the household. The physical labour for running a household was a painstaking process, but to the credit of this mother of Nine, she found time for veena practice during the early morning hours between 3.a.m to 5.a.m and evening during 6.30 p.m -8.p.m. !
This thriving spirit of vision envisaged on the realms of music engulfed a tremendous energy on her, resulting in producing a fine veena player in the history of Carnatic music. Her first concert was on the auspicious day of Sri Rama Navami in Mysore. Mother has seldom given open consort’s, rather was more content in passing on her authentic, traditional and rhythmic classical knowledge to seekers of Carnatic music which continues till date. However she always performs during Thyagaraja Aradhana as a tribute to her Guru. For almost 30 years she passed on her knowledge in an institute – Shree Sarada Sangeetha Vidyalaya, with almost 60-70 students attending the classes every year. These students were trained from Junior Veena to Vidwath Examination.
Her commitment and dedication to veena is beyond words and the hardships passed through in obtaining this godhead knowledge are enviable. Padamasini Narasimhachar puts her knowledge filled wisdom in simple words ‘I do not know from where I drew the strength to manage such a big family & play veena. It was not done with any materialistic intentions but was done only with the sheer passion for wisdom. Without the blessings of Perumal it wouldn’t have been possible – I am thankful to him”.
It’s this sheer surrender, passion and bhakthi for the divine instrument that lifts her status quo in this planet. A status quo of godliness envisaged by many……..
My "Wairua"
The great doors opened
Upon his step
lay many souls
Gathered held and loved
within his
sweeping heart
Black coat hanging
upon
cemented erect shoulders
standing proud
His face of ashen love
a map of many hurts
yet placed to one side
for his way is to only
suck in your pain
and share his....
to enable you all
to accept
Love pain loss
A great light with that darkness
always silhouetted behind him
He will turn his head to you
He will give all
till nothing is left
dwelling within your soul
As one who gives all
shall know within
That beautiful darkened soul
Knows like me
The many roads we stumble
For he like me
will say
I am here
All is well
With spoken words
he expells
"All my grief
I have to bare"
"but tis only to help YOU here"
most steadily on Your way
You like me
No cross to bare
But to forever gather
those that seek
That need those gentle comforting words
SS
xx
This is my greeting to you, all the peoples of the world
This is my greeting of love to you all
Ko tenei te mihi atu ki a koutou katoa o te ao
Ko tenei te mihi aroha ki a koutou
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Upon his step
lay many souls
Gathered held and loved
within his
sweeping heart
Black coat hanging
upon
cemented erect shoulders
standing proud
His face of ashen love
a map of many hurts
yet placed to one side
for his way is to only
suck in your pain
and share his....
to enable you all
to accept
Love pain loss
A great light with that darkness
always silhouetted behind him
He will turn his head to you
He will give all
till nothing is left
dwelling within your soul
As one who gives all
shall know within
That beautiful darkened soul
Knows like me
The many roads we stumble
For he like me
will say
I am here
All is well
With spoken words
he expells
"All my grief
I have to bare"
"but tis only to help YOU here"
most steadily on Your way
You like me
No cross to bare
But to forever gather
those that seek
That need those gentle comforting words
SS
xx
This is my greeting to you, all the peoples of the world
This is my greeting of love to you all
Ko tenei te mihi atu ki a koutou katoa o te ao
Ko tenei te mihi aroha ki a koutou
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Wairua, this is a part of me if not my whole of me....It is Maori for................."spirit, soul, quintessence - spirit of a person which exists beyond death".My Wairua, lays deep within me...
Sophia
xx
people pottery
people pottery
kindness is a cup
love the wine preserved
from centuries
hands pour the wine
of love into your cup
people made of clay
God pours the wine
divine into the soul
life is imparted
to quench
to satisfy
day by day
kindness is a cup
love the wine preserved
from centuries
hands pour the wine
of love into your cup
people made of clay
God pours the wine
divine into the soul
life is imparted
to quench
to satisfy
day by day
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
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