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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!
Let me die
Look all around you
see how the world is turning all against you
ohoh I can’t believe what my eyes see
I see just walking down to street parking lot
I see how a dude got shoot
is there a way to stop - don’t cry
hohoho I just want to cry so hard
father let me go and die
I got one more life to save
More mercy less crime more love less hate
more happy heart less depressing face
my heart is flooded in tearz
thei'r slipping down hitting the ground
I don’t want to live a life packed in lies
can somebody tell me is a nightmare
that I will be ok can somebody see?
can somebody hear that song stop playing
no no no i want to see the light just another day.
see how the world is turning all against you
ohoh I can’t believe what my eyes see
I see just walking down to street parking lot
I see how a dude got shoot
is there a way to stop - don’t cry
hohoho I just want to cry so hard
father let me go and die
I got one more life to save
More mercy less crime more love less hate
more happy heart less depressing face
my heart is flooded in tearz
thei'r slipping down hitting the ground
I don’t want to live a life packed in lies
can somebody tell me is a nightmare
that I will be ok can somebody see?
can somebody hear that song stop playing
no no no i want to see the light just another day.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Jesus asking the father to die for this lost worldwhile in the earth someone is bleeding in the parking lot.
Thinkin
Quietly I write the
words that flow from my
head to my pen.
I never know when it will
happen-possibly now maybe
then.
My mind has been full
of emotion-smiles, frowns
and tears
So much more and intense
than ever before in all
my years.
Perhaps it is a crossroad
that I must face and
choose
A totally different path
so I will win
not lose.
I know there must be
change-I think I
can do it.
But maybe it
would be easier to
have someone to
go through it.
It will happen
no matter what-
anyway.
I hope I find you
if not now but
another day.
Forward I go
Head held high
Eyes alight and
Searching a starlit
Sky.
Day or night it
doesn't matter-
Happy inside I
would be rather.
Peace.
words that flow from my
head to my pen.
I never know when it will
happen-possibly now maybe
then.
My mind has been full
of emotion-smiles, frowns
and tears
So much more and intense
than ever before in all
my years.
Perhaps it is a crossroad
that I must face and
choose
A totally different path
so I will win
not lose.
I know there must be
change-I think I
can do it.
But maybe it
would be easier to
have someone to
go through it.
It will happen
no matter what-
anyway.
I hope I find you
if not now but
another day.
Forward I go
Head held high
Eyes alight and
Searching a starlit
Sky.
Day or night it
doesn't matter-
Happy inside I
would be rather.
Peace.
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Posted: Jan 2011
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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”
The forbidden fruit!
What is this fruit? Does it have a name? I will tell truth, though not seeking fame. We heard it's forbidden, nothing else we know. This truth was hidden, a long time ago. Much spoken about adam, we heard about eve. The suttleness of satan,and how he decieves. How their eyes opened, their bodies were exposed. What god had spoken, using fig-leaves for clothes. Not much else revealed, noting from that book. Makes you kinda feel, it's a story they cooked. But i am writing, it, being revealed to me. Surely wasn't apple biting, under some fruit tree. People have imagined fruits, every one in their land. While seeking the truth, about the garden Eden. There was so perfect, god's voice they heard. They lived as subjects, feeding off his word. Obeying of god's word, is heaven's first law. To break it was unheard, was death for sure. The "fruit" was disobedience, the breaking of god's command. This isn't rocket science, by god's word we stand. We belong to god, man isn't his own. satan tried our lord, with "bread from stone"! The first man adam, indeed he was conned. jesus by rebuking satan, showed how it's done. Get thee behind me, is all it took. Ooh! Lord i thank thee, for this "fruitless" look!
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Posted: Jan 2011
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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……..
Of Birth, life, love and...........?
Life restless stirs within the womb a sanctuary of endless night.
This seed from love impatient for release yet waits unborn.
The mysteries this world are still unknown a journey to fulfil.
Not till embracing waters yield and cast towards the light.
With pain and joy unscathed emerges life begins anew.
Upon the breast is laid contentment overshadows fear.
Forgotten now the silent darkness fades, that did once so entomb.
With lips atremble suckles that flesh from whence he grew.
In summer meadows bathed with nature’s glory plays.
Childhood memories etched forever in young minds.
Friendships kindled as flames ignite youth’s eagerness.
Enriched knowledge gathered eagerly with fleeting days.
As childhood into manhood grows deep unknown yearnings beckon.
Love as yet its shameless thrill to be rewarded brings forth the man.
Enticed by sensuous pleasures emotions awake the heart takes flight.
With waves of ecstasy unleashed once a child all innocence now gone.
The year’s sweet memories fast leave behind as darkness calls again.
Towards the light now beckoning pause footsteps fear enhanced.
Unsure one’s life in vain had not this consciousness still hesitates.
Then enters he with faith enriched where creation’s sculptor reigns.
This seed from love impatient for release yet waits unborn.
The mysteries this world are still unknown a journey to fulfil.
Not till embracing waters yield and cast towards the light.
With pain and joy unscathed emerges life begins anew.
Upon the breast is laid contentment overshadows fear.
Forgotten now the silent darkness fades, that did once so entomb.
With lips atremble suckles that flesh from whence he grew.
In summer meadows bathed with nature’s glory plays.
Childhood memories etched forever in young minds.
Friendships kindled as flames ignite youth’s eagerness.
Enriched knowledge gathered eagerly with fleeting days.
As childhood into manhood grows deep unknown yearnings beckon.
Love as yet its shameless thrill to be rewarded brings forth the man.
Enticed by sensuous pleasures emotions awake the heart takes flight.
With waves of ecstasy unleashed once a child all innocence now gone.
The year’s sweet memories fast leave behind as darkness calls again.
Towards the light now beckoning pause footsteps fear enhanced.
Unsure one’s life in vain had not this consciousness still hesitates.
Then enters he with faith enriched where creation’s sculptor reigns.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
How I perceive 'the journey' and its possible conclusion.A Journey of Faith.
Life is just a journey with many twists and turns.
There are rivers to ford and mountains to climb.
Nothing is written nor script to follow.
You start life with nothing what you leave with you earn.
From the moment you’re born to the day that you die.
Many choices are offered some good and some bad.
If you follow your instincts you’ll do what is right.
Never trust in the doubters for they’ll only lie.
What God you believe in you alone must decide.
If Creation and nature you feel has a purpose.
Accept that it’s true in your heart you will know.
For it’s there your Creator will surely abide.
He’ll guide you I know through life’s stormy seas
When you fall He’ll be there to pick you right up.
For comfort and hope in your darkest of hours.
Just call on him quietly down on your knees.
So when you’re facing that beckoning light.
You’ll reflect on your life and all you have done.
If you have no regrets then you’ll have nothing to fear.
For He’ll never forsake you, you know that I’m right.
There are rivers to ford and mountains to climb.
Nothing is written nor script to follow.
You start life with nothing what you leave with you earn.
From the moment you’re born to the day that you die.
Many choices are offered some good and some bad.
If you follow your instincts you’ll do what is right.
Never trust in the doubters for they’ll only lie.
What God you believe in you alone must decide.
If Creation and nature you feel has a purpose.
Accept that it’s true in your heart you will know.
For it’s there your Creator will surely abide.
He’ll guide you I know through life’s stormy seas
When you fall He’ll be there to pick you right up.
For comfort and hope in your darkest of hours.
Just call on him quietly down on your knees.
So when you’re facing that beckoning light.
You’ll reflect on your life and all you have done.
If you have no regrets then you’ll have nothing to fear.
For He’ll never forsake you, you know that I’m right.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Explaining ones faith in anything is not easy but I've tried!!Thank 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
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Never miss the opportunity to give god thanks.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
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