Can you see,with your mind's eye,
peoples dwelling together?
Sorrow has passed. Peace at last!
Life without tears and pain.
Man and beast, living in peace,
Cause no harm to each other.
Food will be there. All will share
in what our God provides.
In those days, old will grow young,
Flesh revived as in childhood.
Troubles are gone, from now on
No need to weep or fear.
Paradise all will enjoy
As they sing of God's glory.
Yes every day we will say
To God our Maker,Thanks!
Sing out with joy of heart
You too, can have a part.
Live for the day when you'll say
Life without end __at last!
2006-08-22 03:21:52
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answered by Micah 6
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Get Back to Where You Once Belonged
If you practice, the New Age guru said,
you can learn how to switch off synapses
to the amygdala and hippocampus,
open a door to the womb, even run
barefoot through the constellations!
Fidgeting in the back row,
I wondered if I could see the sun
on July 6,1954,
jimmy my eyelids in the maternity ward,
the moon sleepwalk with its lunch box
from a Siberian missile silo, Nixon
blow out candles on his party's cake.
Could I worm my way into the eye
of Pocahontas Boy at Roosevelt Raceway,
or was I doomed to enter the red speck
on the trout Eisenhower caught
during his Colorado vacation,
the wound on the French soldier
floating down the Mekong River?
I followed the guru's orders,
let my breaths seep slower
and slower from my nose.
When the spotlights dimmed
and the stage grew vast
and dark as at the beginning,
all I saw was a firefly
tap out a coded love song,
then bow and vanish behind a curtain.
Henry Hart
Denver Quarterly
Volume 40, Number 4
2006
From now on go to
http://www.poems.com/home.htm
and get your own poems.
2006-08-22 10:22:05
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answered by Anonymous
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An Alphabet Praise.
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Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame
Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee
Move out of "Camp Complaining"
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To "thank" is a command
Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We'll run the race with gratitude
Xalting God most high
Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
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2006-08-22 10:17:20
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answered by Anonymous
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Once I had this little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called go insane
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.
--Jim Morrison
2006-08-22 10:10:53
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answered by Phoenix, Wise Guru 7
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A can of beer gave me this cheer
A bottle of wine makes me feel so fine
But a bottle of rum makes me look like a bum.
2006-08-22 10:13:30
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answered by Anonymous
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Why what are you going to do with it?
2006-08-22 10:10:14
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answered by Debra M. Wishing Peace To All 7
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