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I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

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Kohelet Again It Is Not Just The Vanity Of Vanities

It is not just the vanity of vanities
It is not just the truth of the contradictions
It is not just ‘a time for this and a time for that'
It is not just ‘Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth before the evil days grow nigh'
It is not just ‘Better a living dog than a dead lion'
It is not just ‘Enjoy your days with the wife of your youth'
It is not just the eternal truths
And the poem of the long home-
And the turning again and again of the wind and the water
And the sun and the sound-

It is not just the sheer beauty of the thing and its words
Despite an occasional archaic ugliness
It is not just the truth that cannot be gone beyond
Because this is what life is and what the grave is and what we are
It is not just too ‘that the making of many books much less the making of many poems is a weariness of the flesh-

It is that after all the years I have arrived at the time
Where the golden bowl may be broken and the voice of the grinders made low
And man return to his eternal home-

As in youth I in old age read and reread the words of the Preacher
And know myself and all of us in them-

Oh the greatest Literature is here
And part of it I repeat in my fragmented self
While the long distance of life goes beyond
In words which will be heard for the first time -

For this too is not everything
And what we do not know yet
Kohelet too does not know-

And for all of us as God permits
Who knows what will come
After the Vanity-
If it is after all Vanity
And the end of it all?

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Just Because....

just because...
your skin is dark,
and mine is light...
does that demand fear and hate?
are our dreams not the same color?
do both of our hearts not pump red?
just because...
you speak a different language,
and your god has a different name...
does that demand fear and wars?
are our needs not the same?
are our families not tired of the deaths?
just because...
you have money,
and i dont...
does that demand fear and oppression?
is our hunger not one and the same?
do we not both have faces and names?
just because...

i am human, you are human!
equal in value, dependent on each other!
and none are free, until all are free!

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Before Christmas Eve

Just because a bit of snow is falling.
Doesn't mean you'll get a gift for Christmas.
You should want to be the giver,
And deliver this...
Before Christmas Eve.

Just because your mood is good.
And got gifts 'getting' in your vision!
You should be on a mission,
Telling those loved you're pleased.

By wanting to share some joy and spice.
And giving them that appetite.
To share with other folks,
What it is they like.

With a bit of showing gratefulness,
Day and night...
This will bestow good deeds.
And done in pure love and peace.

Just because a bit of snow is falling.
Doesn't mean you'll get a gift for Christmas.
You should want to be the giver,
And deliver this...
Before Christmas Eve.

With a bit of showing gratefulness,
Day and night...
This will bestow good deeds.
And done in pure love and peace.

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Not a Sight For the Weak

An obsession that has addicted...
With traditions held thick,
With desires and things to aspire and climb...
Higher to obtain those symbolic dreams.
And a dripping of teases to attach and cling...
To a love for toys!
And entertainment needs.
Has descended upon the people...
A reality,
That brings an economy to its knees.

This greed has fed generations,
To depend on things to hoard.
Things to establish a standard lived...
For all to score luxurious rewards,
While those fighting in troubled wars...
Are the ones who should receive,
Such accolades and applause that greets.

Suffer they today from conflicts and sefishness.
Suffer today,
From an evil corruption taught.
Just to obtain a slice that pieces an ego to feel,
Accepted and complete.
A deceiving sought...
That depletes their pockets.

And this conformity to be like one's neighbor...
Has brought entire cities and states to the floor.
Slamming the doors where they labored.
To unite together in a massive state of denial!

Still this has them fantasized and deluded.
A demoralized society once revered now begs.
With hopes to prolong their decadent ways...
To keep!
In stubborn mindsets that dreads,
In fear to cause anguish and weeping.

Even though their pleas will not soon see them retreat,
From the glares they give to the homelessness...
Ignored and left,
Unaddressed as one would do to pests.
And yet,
This leaves a sea of stunned faces...
Bracing together in chilling air.
Standing in lines on streets they abandoned,
Back during the times they fled to flea 'minorities'.
When their eyes would dismiss,
Those helpless and hungry,
Those now prioritized...
To be the first to be served to eat!

And this upsets,
Those who were accustomed...
To sniffing their upturned noses,
As they passed those distressed.
While observing the changes,
Of what has come.
To have sit on their shoulders,
With bitterness to weight on bended backs.

And try hard to hide their pride and tears.
Reminiscing a greed...
With a reality close and now feared.
And much too near to their pretensions.
To express digressions obsessed with love.
Is not a sight for the weak.

They have chosen to standby their values!
And what they valued has them living their lives lived bleak.
With a hope that something recognizable returns...
For an evaluation to be given and kept on their terms.

But the motivating of negotiation days have been fading.
Long before they waited in impatience to debate.
In an openness that lifts voices screaming.
And faces tormented with mental illness...
That is too real, to fake or smother one's heartbreak.
This,
Is in the vision!

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My favorite designer is Christian Lacroix, not just because his clothes are amazing and I love them, but because he's so nice. When I did his fashion show, he was the first one to arrive there and he helped everyone.

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Love is Not A Seasonal Crop

Love is not a seasonal crop
The weather we can’t control
Tend it well and well it’ll grow
The weather will and unknown how or why itself impose
Weather it with all your will, those it always wins
For of itself in time weather must be spent
Sometimes its only slight damage done
That we must amend
If it’s a total ravish, bend down and plant again
For earth and hearts are glad to give
An equal yield of what’s putted in

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You are not just a city.

You are not just a city,
You are more than that,
Much, much more,
For you are the very heart of God.

Let no one say you are just a city,
Let them that do be accursed,
You are more than that,
You are the brightest jewel in His crown.

Jerusalem, eternal and holy,
Not just a city,
The throne room is what you are,
From you He will reign.

Not just a city,
You are the very heart,
A bright shining star,
Yerushilim, this is what you are.

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I Will Not Just Rise, I Will Soar!

If you did not know
My hair was black and my skin brown
Would you read me so
And post the reviews down?
Maya Angelou had said she'd rise
From all that petty prejudice
Her poetry was such a surprise -
Shamed all with excellent ease!
The gift of pen is given free
For Art is Freedom's child
The healing Balm for you and me
The breeze of Calm, gentle and mild
Forget the look, never mind the color
Words that paint, arrayed are these
I will not just rise, I will soar!
I'm an Eagle for Poetry, and one for Peace!


Cynth ia Buhain Baello
June 24,2012

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Just Because

Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.

Randy L. McClave

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you will have a chance seeing
the sunflower
poetess
only
once,

a glimpse
you love it but you can only love it once
when it faced the sun so bravely
chanting

singing her one and only song
then she goes away
like the sunflower
wilting

bowing to the ground
surrendering her many seeds
falling scattering

it is only the rain that comes
to bring her back to life again

her seeds sprouting again
not just with a mother song
but children poems
all along.

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I sleep Poetry

Last night I wrestled with poetry
As if a lion wrestling with its prey

I sleep poetry
I dream poetry

I walk poetry on thin line ropes
binding together steeply slopes
I make love to poetry like a new catch
On heat waiting to be let loose from its latch

So out of ten if I am bad, take a pen
And give me a score of five or a four
I constantly make love to poetry
With dramatic grammatical metaphors

The root of my poetic hunger
Is I starve myself a bit longer
In sleep I twiddle my poetic lines
Sharpen them to be as fine as a riddle

I sleep poetry
I drink poetry
Not just to quench my thirst
But to differentiate amongst
Good, Better and Best

There shall come the day
I have to say
When I will definitely call it a truce
When I have run out of poetic juice

2006 - Sylvia Chidi

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The Mystery of Godliness

Friend, the mystery of godliness, becomes a part of your witness.
For when you come to Jesus Christ, you begin to walk a holy life.
A walk devoted to Christ our Lord, and one that will not be ignored.
For not only is God watching you, but men see all you say and do.

This godliness comes from within, from Jesus, as you walk in Him.
Christ’s Spirit, sent by Him, takes up residence, and resides within.
And The Spirit living within, renders dead, your previous life of sin.
Now your new life and its desire, is not from earth but much higher.

The Mystery of Godliness is great; and it’s His return that we await.
There’s no question about this life, the godliness is found in Christ.
He appeared in a body on the earth, this through a miraculous birth,
Was vindicated by The Spirit of God, and coming back with His rod.

He was seen by angels and men, in a world that stood condemned.
He preached among every nation, the glorious Gospel of Salvation.
Men in the world believed in Him, and He was taken to Glory again.
Christ left us with a world to reach, and a message for us to preach.

Christ is our example of a holy life, and the Godly image of sacrifice.
The mystery was revealed in Him, on the cross as He forgave our sin.
And today the mystery of godliness, lights the way for us to witness.
Any godliness that men may see, is because of Christ, not you or me.

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It's the Season of the Pawning

It's the season of the pawning.
And dusted treasures hoarded...
Are each polished leisurely.

Trinkets silver and gold,
Some trimmed in brass and copper...
Must now be sold.

Unloaded for pocket change.
'Cause these days aren't the same...
As they have been.
It has dawned on those in longing...
Belongings they once flaunted,
Can not remain!
Not with them.

That paycheck once so needed,
Has depleted from their hands...
And sent overseas.
The beast that once had fed them.
Seeks more greed.

It's the season of the pawning.
And dusted treasures hoarded...
Are each polished leisurely.

Trinkets silver and gold,
Some trimmed in brass and copper...
Must now be sold.

And those who laughed and jeered,
At those they denied and criticized...
Are now the ones in fear!
It appears they now feel anguished.
And hidden eyes can't stop their dripping tears.

Hoping to get quick dollars,
Are they who scream and holler...
'This is not fair! '

But as they once lifted noses,
Not one of them supposed...
One day they'd be stripped naked,
Of what had been theirs!

The caring of others...
Has vanished in the air!

It's the season of the pawning.
And dusted treasures hoarded...
Are left behind,
To find many folks like them...
In despair!

No one cares,
What is or is not fair!

It's the season of the pawning.
And those who laughed and jeered...
Now dropp to knees,
To drip from eyes...
Their flowing tears.

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Oxford

It is well that there are palaces of peace
And discipline and dreaming and desire,
Lest we forget our heritage and cease
The Spirit’s work—to hunger and aspire:

Lest we forget that we were born divine,
Now tangled in red battle’s animal net,
Murder the work and lust the anodyne,
Pains of the beast ‘gainst bestial solace set.

But this shall never be: to us remains
One city that has nothing of the beast,
That was not built for gross, material gains,
Sharp, wolfish power or empire’s glutted feast.

We are not wholly brute. To us remains
A clean, sweet city lulled by ancient streams,
A place of visions and of loosening chains,
A refuge of the elect, a tower of dreams.

She was not builded out of common stone
But out of all men’s yearning and all prayer
That she might live, eternally our own,
The Spirit’s stronghold—barred against despair.

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Just Because I'm the Youngest

Just because i'm the youngest in my family...
Doesn't mean I can't do anything.
Doesn't mean i'm a spoiled brat.
Doesn't mean i'm a jerk.
Just because i'm the youngest in my family...
I'm not stuck up.
I'm not afraid to get hurt.
Just because i'm the youngest in my family...
Doesn't mean I can't be a tom'boy.
Doesn't mean I get what I want.
Just because i'm the youngest in my family~ let me be me.

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Because They Fall In Love

Love is something
we can never see or hold.
It is a yearning deep inside
that warms you in the winter cold.
It makes you feel ten feet tall,
but when it’s gone, you feel so small.
Love is not just a human trait;
everything falls in love,
which is why the most unlikely things pair off,
because they fall in love.
Sometimes bitter enemies
cannot do without one another,
to keep each other warm,
and become protective of one another when danger nears.
It is because for everything
in this world there is another.

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Not Just You

i, too, had it, not just once,
but many times, when i
wake up at the wrong hour
and think of you
and then i take my old
favorite pen and
yellow pad paper
and begin to write
a letter for you

you are a ghost now
far away
and i expect you
not to read this
letter that i am
not sending anyway

i will not even
read it
i will just keep it
so when another being
comes whose interest
is poetry and by chance
he digs upon my
poetry books that no one
bothers to read
anymore
at anytime

he may find it there
inserted in one of the
pages between
two chapters
concerning the themes
of love and
death

and perhaps he too
will understand how is to
truly love and be
so unloved because
death has come
to early because
the timing was wrong
because the world
has not understood
because one
sometimes in pain
has no cure
but just the silence

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To Love Or Not To Love

To Love Or Not To Love
That is the question
Should or shouldn't we
To know love
To be love
You've got to feel love
You've got to know
When your in love
Or not
Do you know how it fills
To be in love
You've got to feel it
It feels so good to be in love
Your head rushes
Your heart beats
A million beats a minute
You can't stand it
When you have to be away
From him/ her for long periods of time
You think about him/ her 24/7
You dream about him/ her
You day dream about him/ her
To love or not to love
To love you've got to know
The risk of what happens
After you love
Not to love you've got to know
That this is really what you want
To feel love you've got to be love
You've got to love him your self
That is why
To love or not to love
Is and has always been
The main question of loving
This is why most people love
Know that they know every thing
About the person and the risks
This is why we love
Because we love him/ her
This is why we don't love
You don't know the person that well
Love and be happy
Or
Not love and be misserble
So I love
Just like others should too

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Love Is Not What You Think It Is

It starts with a gentle feeling, then
It builds to a quiet yearning,
It might start to hurt, then,
You'll know all about the burning.
Feelings churning,
Mind exploding until you just,
You just drift in the warm glow,
Because now, now you know!

Love is...
Not what you think it is,
Love is...
A different colour every day,

Sometimes Love is...
A distant healing,
Sometimes Love is...
A detached feeling,

Love is...
Never wrong,
Love is...
The heart of a song,

Sometimes Love is...
The sound of a Dove,
Sometimes Love is...
More than you bargained for,
Sometimes Love...
Flies out an open door,

Love can...
Change you for evermore,
Love can...
Knock you to the floor,
Love can,
Bring you back for more,

We all have Love in our hearts,
The heart is the doorway to the soul, but,
The door is locked,
Love,
Love is the key that unlocks the door,
Love,
Love is the key to eternity,
Love,
Love is what will set us all free!

Love will...
Heal us all,
Love will...
Break down the walls,
Love Will...
Find you,
Love will...
Open our hearts,
Love will...
Hurt if you go too fast,
But Love will...
Always last.

16 September 2012

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I Do Just Because

I Do Just Because (The Love of My Life)
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, January 4,2011, @7: 16 PM


She makes the sun rise in the morning and brings out the stars at night
She is the brightest light in the heavens for she makes everything alright
I love her more each day that I cannot deny
I could never break her heart by telling her a lie

For her I would give up my immortal soul
She has me under her total control
For her I would give my very life
She is more than a lover, my best friend, but my very wife

She makes me smiles when all seems lost
For her I would sacrifice at any cost
When my life seems to be in total chaos
She never forgets to remind me who is truly the boss

Through my e-mails she is sometimes screening
Without her my life would have no meaning
Like a baby off the breast I need not to be weaning
For on her shoulders I am always leaning

In her laughter there is so much joy
Forever gladly I would be her boy toy
What god has created no man can destroy
Life with her I can only further enjoy

We are like two peas in a pod inseparable we are
For I am the beat and she my rhythm guitar
She makes my legs shake and my toes curls
Around goes my head for the world swirls

What zest and merriment when in the mornings she opens her eyes
She is simply amazing in everything she tries
Why do I love her? She is looking this way so I dare not pause
Why do I need her? I do just because

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