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Coffee is our bread.

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About You Last Night....

i am missing you
For you have accustomed me to a morning conversation
with coffee and
some bread on the table
facing the sea
sunrise lighting our faces
unkempt hair
salty skin
parched lips
over-kissed the night
dreams outpouring
bliss, so much bliss is killing me
and you are there
so silent still
this silence that are like hands caressing my body
my heart is a sleepy dog
resting on the soft white rug
beside the door of
our room...

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Return To Our Home

Then again I wish to write, .....


When we write something to you dear
Then I feel a sorrow


Here is the door where we meet
And filled words with love

And learn to earn something for our bread

And now a farewell tell you, dear
And now time come to go for our home

Not be crazy
Today or the other day we may go to our home
Where we born
Now we may try to laugh
And then start to cry
Not feel free to hide

The unsaid words
Right or wrong

Please drink this hot
And dressed for a walk

And not rush for home
Where we born

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Music?

Loneliness is a trigger that pulls the rhythm
to explode and melody travels to our soul
Happiness is the complete package of a jolly beat
that makes the world dance while,
love is the reason why there are thousands of songs to play
imagine music without emotion, its dead and nothing
music is an extension of our emotions that is immanent
and commonly shared with humans
music is pure emotion that is intrinsically a life wave signal
that is communicated to others
its the i and thou relationship of emotions set by particular
transcendental occasions that is translated into harmonious, melodic and rhythmic vocals and instruments
music's connectivity and activity is very important in society
because its inevitable to disconnect music to man-society environmental set up
it simply a salt to our food, a creamer to our coffee, a butter to our bread; and part and parcel of life
without music it feels like deaf and the world is imperfect.
music is everywhere and everything and one of the precious
thresholds for humanities

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Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters

We may, to someone, hand a tract, and never receive anything back,
In the way of thanks or gratitude, while sometimes only their attitude,
Maybe a scoffing gesture or worse, the evil utterance of one’s curse,
Still, upon the waters cast your bread, thinking upon Eternity instead.

All the time and effort we spend, as we reach out to others my friend,
Will not be noticed by everyone, but, the work is for God’s Dear Son,
And God’s impact, we do not know, from the signs others may show,
For the outcome is God’s alone, to give growth to seeds we’ve sown.

All earthly tasks will be meaningless, as we step into an Eternal Bliss,
Knowing that our time upon the earth, will be judged for eternal worth,
And did we live for God’s Kingdom, as Bold Witnesses for The Son?
Pointing those who may still be lost, to the Blood of Calvary’s Cross.

Friend, all vanity shall soon depart, from within every Believer’s heart,
The moment we step into Eternity, and our Savior’s face we shall see,
Until then, for us to be like Christ, we must become a Living Sacrifice,
Giving our lives to Christ, our Lord, with every moment we can afford.

When our bread, on the water is cast, the rewards will for eternity last,
As for our Savior, we do our part, and His Gospel of Truth we impart,
To all those upon this earthly sod, so they can join the family of God,
And enter into His Kingdom above, by embracing His Truth and Love.

(Copyright ©12/2008)

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Paris Rain

Sitting on a porch
In splendid Paris as the doves
Guffaw and then scour -
We watch them flutter away
To their uncanny retreat: a slow resignation.
The candid lights flicker
And the sound of the automobiles are blaring -
The deafening cacophony of the sirens.
Among the foreign tongues,
She sips on her coffee as her eyes are filled
To the brim with enthusiasm.
The lights are trapped inside your eyes.
She told me, wearing her vibrant array,
Her mesmeric grin and her usual floral dress
That I have come to pick up in her absence.

The people chatter in a mad clangor
As they sprawl over their coffee
A rower came by underneath the winch
Where the river streams resiliently like
The lock of Janine's hair -
I run my hands through her hair and I am reminded
Of how hope slithers into my core.
It started to rain, gently
The supple bending of the cypress to the wind's
Amorous bluster is poetry to our eyes
The sound of the people scrounging for shelter
Is a saturnine humor
And how the rain engulfed her floral dress,
Leaving it with smudges of the heaven's tears
Made her glow in such a resplendent burst:
To see the Sun this close under the rain,
Lost in Paris is captivating -

We watch the rain drops shatter
Like glass tears from the heavens filled
With mire and her steady fixation
On the dank concrete made me jealous -
I wish to be the concrete, her stare
Is as precious as the ebullient trance like how one
Stands in front of the sea, naked
And wan as the wind starkly brushes your soul.
She continued to take fewer sips on her coffee mug,
Her stench defeats the petrichor,
The rain ceased and the doves began to scatter
All over the Paris asphalt, bickering over parcels of
Bread - she sat down again,
In front of me, on a porch in Paris.
Without the rain, Paris still razes with a beauty unfazed.
I was living in one of her dreams which slowly
Transpired into mine as well,

But then again,

Without Paris,
Without the rain,
Without the doves,
Without coffee,
Parcels of bread even,
Without the automobiles of
Uncouth machinism,
Without everything,
Everyone,
Way away,
Alone with her immense eyes
Is where I want to be.

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Our bread today is better than a hundred in the air.

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Jimmy Carter

Our American values are not luxuries but necessities, not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself. Our common vision of a free and just society is our greatest source of cohesion at home and strength abroad, greater than the bounty of our material blessings.

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Jimmy Carter

We live in a time of transition, an uneasy era which is likely to endure for the rest of this century. During the period we may be tempted to abandon some of the time-honored principles and commitments which have been proven during the difficult times of past generations. We must never yield to this temptation. Our American values are not luxuries, but necessities - not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself.

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Jimmy Carter

We live in a time of transition, an uneasy era which is likely to endure for the rest of this century. During the period we may be tempted to abandon some of the time-honored principles and commitments which have been proven during the difficult times of past generations. We must never yield to this temptation. Our American values are not luxuries, but necessities - not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself.

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Prayer of the Children

Our Jesus Christ prayed himself and taught us how to pray
Avoiding the temptation and seeking the childness
Knowing ''The Our Father'' - prayer for every day
Thinking that even He was tempted in wilderness.

We pray for our bread and human needs of the day
But the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us
We're sinners, our souls need to be renewed by this way
God wants to save us so much, He wants His kids to bless.

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My Love, My Only Love

i take pride
that i am the only one alive
at dawn
when the rest of the house
is fast asleep

i have written poems for you
about us
love poems, yes, they are all
love poems
to include this lust, this passion
of truths

tomorrow on sunken eyes
i will tell you some more
about all these
about us

beside the cup of coffee
and the bread
put your white handkerchief

i will talk about bliss
something about joy
but there will also be tears.

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John Bunyan

Upon The Lord's Prayer

Our Father which in heaven art,
Thy name be always hallowed;
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done;
Thy heavenly path be followed
By us on earth as 'tis with thee,
We humbly pray;
And let our bread us given be,
From day to day.
Forgive our debts as we forgive
Those that to us indebted are:
Into temptation lead us not,
But save us from the wicked snare.
The kingdom's thine, the power too,
We thee adore;
The glory also shall be thine
For evermore.

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Burning Bridges

Looking back I see
In the distance bridges burning
Knowing now
There will be no returning

The departures
Of the past
Have left behind the shores of
Where our bread once was cast

We all must go
Into the future
Nothing stays put
It's just the law of nature

The power and prestige
Of all our yesterdays
Won't count for a thing
Going along this new way

The very best
We all can, and should do
Is help one another
Make it through

So let the damned
Bridges burn
And move ever forward
Where new life awaits, around every next turn

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Brotherly Help

Brotherly help can deem funny, as funnier,
And work may find out wonders of food,
Inside them, inner feelings show of the innate abilities.
By the audience, a stand has been taken by clapping -
We are not appalled at this worst concoction or notion,
This standing ovation.

Audience freezes at much of its gatherings,
Justice has a wheatfield all for growing in,
And more of the opposing factions can resent us further
For dropping our bread on the plate
By some murmur of growth, and the shot is fired.
Shot is the gun, found is the culprit of brotherly help.

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We Start

we start
as usual and as
what they always tell us
and what we also do
from the beginning
like a lazy waking up
in the morning
and we stretch our arms
like a cat yawning
and we move through the
day till noontime
and we work so hard
earning our bread and butter
and leaving so many
other important things
behind us
until we reach this
darkness of our lives
where our flesh
surrenders
and the bone gets
lonelier each hour
and then we reach the
end when we ask
where are we
and why?

sadness
seals what we
once left open
locking in
everything we
should have done
that early morning

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Nightsong

So we'll go no more a-raving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the neonsigns so bright

Ate my breakfast egg this morning
playing records from last night
woke to hear the front door closing
as the sky was getting light

No more fish-and-chips on corners
Watching traffic going by
No more branches under streetlamps
No more leaves against the sky

No more blues by Otis Redding
No more coffee no more bread
No more dufflecoats for bedding
No more cushions for your head

Though the night is daylight-saving
And the day returns too soon
Still we'll go no more a-raving
By the light of the moon

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Poem For Maya

Dipping our bread in oil tins
we talked of morning peeling
open our rooms to a moment
of almonds, olives and wind
when we did not yet know what we were.
The days in Mallorca were alike:
footprints down goat-paths
from the beds we had left,
at night the stars locked to darkness.
At that time we were learning
to dance, take our clothes
in our fingers and open
ourselves to their hands.
The veranera was with us.
For a month the almond trees bloomed,
their droppings the delicate silks
we removed when each time a touch
took us closer to the window where
we whispered yes, there on the intricate
balconies of breath, overlooking
the rest of our lives.

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Don’t hurt them

Don’t hurt them
A song sings by a mosquito bound me to awake in the mid night.
I found that some thieves were stealing my articles from my house.
One of them have stolen my television and other one stolen another article
And one of them taken the book
In which my poem
“Bound to work” was written.
He reads my poem
And said to his fellows that
This house is belongs to a poet
Who thinks always for poor and toiling people of our society?
Such people are few in this world.
So we must not hurt such people like him.
So please put all articles back in his house properly.
We will see another house for our bread.
I appreciate their feelings for poets like me.

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He Did Provide

The day before my dad had died
The day before I cried and cried
He said to me with both honor and pride
What in life He had promised, He did provide,
He kept his word from what he had said
He gave us our clothes and bought our bread
Dad sent us to school so we were well read
And he made sure that we were clothed and fed,
My dad never borrowed, begged or stole
My dad taught us to never to forget our goal
As we live our life our life becomes our role
And we'd be remembered by our deeds and our soul,
My father told me the truth he never lied
My father was always there at my side
He gave me my confidence he was my guide
And what he had promised, he did provide.


Randy L. McClave

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Mr. Hyde's Gone

Don't be afraid,
It's just the wind and light.
Don't be afraid,
This house is very strange.
In the morning we'll be gone, don't be afraid.
We'll watch the dawn till the sun comes up,
Drinking coffee from our favourite cup.
Girl, you've been good to me so don't be afraid tonight.
Don't be afraid,
It's just the cats at play.
Don't be afraid,
They do it night and day, how very strange.
They've gone by the morning so don't be afraid of me.
We'll dream around till the dawn comes up,
Drinking coffee from our favourite cup.
Girl, you've been good to me, don't be afraid tonight.
Don't be afraid,
Don't be afraid,
(scat sing) don't be afraid,
Mr. hyde, he's really gone away
Won't be back till next full moon
So we can bill and spoon
In june and croon, be-woon, be-woon, be
Can you stand it?

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