It all
-for a weekend-
& how
We knew?
You took
The tea bowl
That I
Broke
In
Carelessness
To glue together
Again
At your
House.
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His posture
Holding his robe with one handIs odd.His gaitAlso.One’s own bodyAchesWitnessingThe slopingShoulders& AngledNeck;One hopesHeAttendsYoga classOr does YogaOn his ownAs partOf prayer.He smilesAs he bowsTo Everything:AcceptingThe heavyBurdensOfThis earth;It’sToxicEvils& ProlificInsults.Even so,He sleepsThroughThe nightLike a childBecauseThank goodnessThat is somethingElseDaylongMeditationAss ures.You could cryYourself to sleepOn his behalf& HeHas done thatToo.LifeHas beenA greatEndlessTearing awayForHim.FromMother, Father, Siblings, Country, Home.And yetClearlyHis motherLoved him;His…
Don’t be like those who ask for everything:
limousine. They ask for everything but never offeranything in return.Be like those who can see that my feet achefrom across a crowded roomthat a foot rubif I’m agreeablenever mind the staringis the best way to smile& say helloto me.
She is the one
that the first snapdragonof Springisin bloom;She is the onewho will tell the mostfunny&complicatedjoke.She is the onewho will surprise youby knowing the differencebetween turnipsand collardGreens;& between biscuits& scones.She is the one who knows whereto take youfor dancingor where the food& the restaurant’sdecorare notto bemissed.She is the onewho is saintly.She is the onewho reserves the rightto dresslike…
To change the world enough
of the poor.We experience your fear as the least pardonable ofhumiliations; in the pastit has sent us scurrying offdaunted and ashamedinto the shadows.Now,the world endingthe only one all of us have knownwe seek the samefresh lightyou do:the same high placeand ample table.The poor always believethere is room enoughfor all of us;the very rich never seem…
When you thought me poor,
When blackness was unwelcomewe found it bestthat I stay home.When by the miracleof fierce dreaming and hard workLife fulfilled our every wantyou found me crasslywell off;not trimly,inconspicuously wealthylike your rich friends.Still black too,nowI owned too much and too manyof everything.Woe is me: I became asuccess! Blackness, whoknows how?Became suddenlyin!What to do?Now that Fate appears(for the…
The tree of life
I thought it was so much bigger!But it is not.There in the distance I see the mountainsstill.The view of vast water stretching before meis superb.My boat is grand and I still command the captainof it; not having learned myself to sail.But I am adriftwithout my tree of lifethat has fallen heavywithout grace or pityon this…
And not only drones,
This was a country,
For excellence known,
Life was not only,
A joke and a phone.
21st Century,
Enter a country,
That clones,
Bolshevik history,
With Socialist groans,
Birth of roped nation,
Rodeo of drones,
All come a riding,
Top of false domes.
Ashamed of my country
Ashamed of the ones,
That have cut us to pieces,
‘What a good job they’ve done! ‘
Goodbye to America,
As once it was known,
Now we can say,
‘We can never go home! ‘
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No, yes, Yes, no,
I don’t know,Take a guess,Back and forth,Round and round,Let me go,No, no, no,Love me more!Love’s a game,Dangerous,Finding pain,As it goes,Back and forth,No one knows,Where its Arrow,Finally falls.
The irresistible urge
Infinitely…To go as far as feelings,CanBeyond the body, beyond the mindBeyond all time,As only true deep lovers,Can.A love like thatWould be, divine.Infinite Love,Does it exist?Yes, maybeOut of space and out of timeIn some unknown, mysteriousPlace,Where all Love and feelingsLeave no trace.Because they go beyondOur understanding,As holy, miraculousBlessed grace!
Life gives,
In a second, in a minute,In a day,Will it really help,If I pray?
You write,
For life?Probably,But in a much moreHumane wayThan the branding iron’sScarlet letter.Poetry in the poetLeaves its markNot escapable,Only, writableOften you may writeA poem, simply by feelHaving joyous, appealFulfilling you,Mellifluously, entirelyFascinating, words appearLike magic doves,Flying from magician’s hatYour poem sings melodically,Euphorically,Maybe claiming other soulsThat want to see, to feelWhat you see and giveAs the doors to dreams…
From the infinitly tiny,
Poetry can do this,Sometimes, with just one rhyme.
No politician today,
Has known the true meaning,Of Democracy,And maybe never will,Democracy is not being clever,Nor establishing the will ofOne over a few,Nor putting ‘Liberty’ on chillAnd innocently asking,‘Who are You? ‘
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If you are suffering from the acknowledgement of it…
And can not free yourself from an assortment of beliefs,
There is nothing about truth you will accept.
Even if God answered your prayers…
You would still be in denial.
Preferring to align yourself with routine.
And not a deliverance with concrete meaning.
That would be too much reality!
Wouldn’t it?
You could not live without relying upon delusions.
Or an embellishment of your activities.
You’ve become accustomed to structure,
And dictation.
With a place to hide where you can go lie to yourself.
Concealed in neurotic freedoms.
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Am I self indulgent?
And I am glad it is noticed,Because it is well deserved.Next question?
I feel abundantly blessed.
To enjoy the spreadingOf a radiant light.I kept behind my back…And out of sight.I like this very much.This does not mean…Times have gotten less difficult.It’s just that I pretend I don’t notice the difficult times.This works for the kind of mind I’m entrusted with.One that believes dreams come true.I don’t have to know ‘when’ the…
More money is spent,
Than there is right now…Documented in our government!There is a need to convince,Those without common sense…That a hypnotizing way of life,Depends on nonexisting cash on hand…And a system no longer that can produce it!Cash as it is…is completely valueless.The only thing left,Are pretensions to bolster.And the need to keep them lifted!‘You are going to want…
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
Not once did I ever say,You should do things my way.However…Your way,Done…Lead to your undoing.You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.But it is your beliefs that now attack you.You had fast backing from a society.Many professed as normal.The one that sets standards…With values to achieve.You also had ‘close’ friends,You spent time with.I lived in…
A global focus must come to connect.
Needlessly dripping…To advance senselessness.We must sweep this consciousness,Barren of empathy…Away!Pain can not find comfort.It will not stay.It can not.Not if it finds no place to repeat these visits.Evil flourishes in minds fed to see others grieve.Although an eternity of suffering greets their souls…They do not accept we all are God’s creations!But they are addicted to…
Since they are not into ‘that’…
And they express no interest in the ‘other’…So that goes unknown as well.Now since ‘that’ which they had wished to ignore,Has affected their lives…They seek to find out what is going on.And how long it has been happening!As if they deserve an explanation.
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To rank and critique.
As if my ego,
Would find a boost…
By the use of your techniques.
You insisted that I needed this.
And even today I agree I do.
The exposure to such pettiness…
Has kept me feeling blessed,
That what I have to offer
Does not need to pass your tests!
Remember…
You invited me,
To share my abilities.
And not feed from the offerings,
Of a constant flow of mindless BS!
That you claim is among your very best!
Please.
I am not flattered easily,
By insults!
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Oh…
And I have no problemShowing you my credentials!Where do you want to start?With the scars on my back?How about the crushing indignations…I learned to endure,While you and the othersWere ensuring my pain?Oh…I am the best!You know why I can contest to that?You still ride my back,But you are about to slide off.I ‘know’ I am…
Go ahead.
Mask your emotions…To prove how strong you are.Keep your pain to yourself.And guess what happens?Something is going to crack.Those who believe,To keep things hidden and inside themselves…Is okay?And showers upon them admiration and respect.Have already provided clear signs of dysfunction.These folks will know everything and nothing at all.They are there for ‘everyone’ else…Trying to smooth…
I have stopped caring about what others think of me.
Or put a dime in my pocket!Which today is worth a diminishing dollar!Those who still believe they have powers to persuade,Should start in their homes.And put an end to their own disarray.‘That’ would begin the mending of their illnesses!Of this…I remain deep in belief!
Laying it on the line.
At least mine.Saying it like it is,And having it be done…Saves unwelcomed misunderstandings.And interpretations,Others are willing to share…Of what is not there!But they dare to create and spoil.Maturity helps one to see things more clearly.Life becomes more defined.And wasting time beating around the bush?Does not cushion the truth at all.Those delays to say what is…
Are we up?
Or in the middle?Are we closer to the front,Than to the back.And…If there is an exit!Where is that at?And where are we in this maze?Inside this tremendous thought process,We feed.To have us bleed,Like specks of dust…In conflict!Does anyone who is out there in the EAST,Care?Or in the WEST of this Cosmos.What about in the SOUTH?Perhaps…
You care not to listen.
Immediately.To be heard.Regardless of my wishes or needs,That may occur.And after years of coming to grips with that…There is nothing about you I find attractive.No matter how sugary you sweeten your deceit.Leaving nothing left for us to agree upon.But the acknowledgement we both can see…The meeting and greeting of a dead end street!
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Begin descending to fret…
All opportunity to correct this,
Has been exhausted.
Everything you own,
Will seem valueless!
Unworthy to be shown.
But all is not lost!
There has to be ‘some’ decisions you made
Pleasing your heart…
That did not require a purchase from the start!
To impress.
With a lease, rental or mortgage to digest!
If you are happy within,
With a peace of mind you can display…
What else is more satisfying than that?
Today…
Many are holding onto impressions!
Possessions they can least afford.
Accompanied by confessions that bore.
Today…
Many are abandoning their happiness in ‘things’!
Today…
If you are happy within,
With a peace of mind you can display…
Know today you can say,
What you have is completely yours!
And foreclosure or repossession,
Is not coming your way!
Today.
Not for what took you long to pursue.
Nurturing this to have it grow like it grew…
For you,
Today!
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I want to feel,
And let live as is.I want to feel this.Instead of visitations…From suppressed bitterness.I would like to forget,I have healed and moved on…With a peace of mind that within me sits.I would like to recognize it,Immediately.But something inside of me,Remembers the tears and the loneliness..And I ask myself this…‘Why is my love so deeply felt,And tested?…
The same folks who do not believe
In this vast universeAre the same folks who acceptMaking regular visitationsTo prisons and jails to view relativesCaged like animalsAt taxpayer expenseWhile real crooks and thievesDeceive their consciousnessOn a daily basisFor freeAnd they don’t even see them eitherAlthough their acceptance is allowedCosting them their quality of lifeWhich has been invaded and degradedWith far less attention given
Let’s agree to come to this conclusion:
By the truth of it!And deception is applied,When there are suspicions…That those with good intentions,Have liberal agendas.Affecting the quality of life,Of human beings.And many have not earned that right,To be so qualified!At least by those standards decided,By those who have elected themselves…Rulers of the Cosmos.
They wished to dig up dirt.
To reveal that first.I knew I was far too deep for them.And while they dug a hole…Seeking something dark untold,I was producing an excellence unknown.To surround and enclose them in!My mama did not raise any fools.Although I admit…I enjoy the act of it!
I wish I could appease you more than I do.
Wrestling within with an unrest.I would get upset with myself.Especially if I left you feeling you could fly.And I told you lies…To see you make attempt after attempt,With only one wing.The humor of the sight of that,Would only last but for so long!And I’d be back.Pacing with a regret I do not endear.I am not…
Your cookies sought,
The moment I feel the sweetened heat,Of your oven…There is a temptation,To have my hands on your buns as well.Just the smell of it quickens my rise!Are you surprised,I am stripped and appear butt naked?I have been practicing that all day!What are you getting ready to do…With that spatula,You hold in your mittened hands!That’s a…
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The storehouse of
All beauty dear.
And death
Can never touch
Life.
Here is love
And here is the time
To make life
All fine.
No virus
No disease can
Harm life.
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How can I vote for you again?
In which way you help meTo fill up my bellyIndependently?Your modus operendi,Please let me know.Have you done anythingFor the development of my mindAnd health?So far, I have seen nothingPositive and yetI have kept you thereBut you are vomiting only fire.
Only poetry and only poetry,
Love inward, inward poetry,Poetry and love one here.Can anyone stay still orMove in anyway without love?Life, as I know crystal clearOnly in poetry with love dear.
No unification no separation,
Fact simple, nothing, butTrapped all and existenceContinued in suffering.All illusion, self itselfIs in question tag withNo particle of even sand.
By telling
Just expressing my foolishness.Nothing newBut wonderful.And at every momentI am dying, see me.And nothing is mine.But I knowMy poems and my words areDeathless,They are in truthAnd they love all,
Vrndavana-
Tapovana-My house.Heaven –This earth.I invite you all,To the placeOf my origin.The road to myHouse is safeAnd easy.Come on withA poetry.And take a teaI am waiting for youThe entire night.Live life hereBut with austerity.
Real, temporary though.
My anger, my living.Sources of allAre one –The earth, the air,The fire.But light is thereTo enlighten meAlways everywhere.I know nothing beyond me,I am the originalAnd the true entityWith all permanent features.
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follows your mind.
Thinking leads you.
Do not give into
emotions.
Be one with
your emotions.
Let not your
emotions rule you.
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The transforming power
and he is dependenton this power.True Christian humanismis the full floweringof the theologyof the Incarnation.It is rooted in a totallynew concept of manwhich grew outof the mysteryof the union of Godand man in Christ.
Work hard even in rain.
Do not think of whatothers think about you.Do not mind negativecriticism that can kill you.Tell yourself every morning‘God has given me a spiritthat cannot be destroyedby any fool in this world’.God ahead until you win.
Jesus Christ
Word of God,Who is tracedto every pageof the WrittenWord of God.All that He is,stands in starkcontrast to allthat we are.
Historically, beginning
of the ancient Greeks,the study of politicsfirst emerged asa rigorous methodof assisting manin this questfor the good life.
When the enemy
has beenrouted, andthe graciousplans andwise purposesof God, will befinally accomplishedin establishingGod in His rightfulposition on thethrone of the universeand in theminds ofall those who are on earth,then, God’s worship willresound through the universe.
The fullness of
found in theencounter with Christ,who is the mostcomplete answerto the questionthat affects everyhuman life.Following Christis the foundationof universal morality.
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our being set
apart by God,
and set apart
to God and for God.
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I fell in awe at your beauty,
My soul is stirred in your presence.i saw my love in your mirror.Your love hovers over me.My heart is captured.You tied up my heart to youwith golden threads.i dare not untie it.
Only those who can
as themselves havethe strength to do so,but again not fromthemselves, but from God.
God and your soul
But ego needs,distortions of perceptionlack of self-worthtraumas and woundsbreak down the message.All these obstaclesexist in consciousnessand can be cleared away.(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive)…
The peace we have
faith in Christ;the blessed hopewe have in Jesus,when He comesto take us to bewith Himself andthe incomprehensiblepeace of Godthat governs our hearts,when our mindsare focussed on Him,will be unavailableto those who leada sinful life, inspiteof the warnings.
It is the dance,
of divinity within the heart.The dancer forgets herself.She is one with the divine.oh! ! ! how lofty and nobleare these moments of dancing.(Graphic: Grace Reed saved to Dancing through life.)
Those who make themselves
Look at a child.Do you have this innocence?Do you have this simplicity?Do you have the sense of wonder?Do you have the innocent love?They are great who are like children.Think of the millions of childrenwho are poor, sick and not cared for.Millions of childrenvegetate on the road.Many have not seen a school.What will you do for…
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what is
happening
in your life
right now,
everything
will be over
and it will be
okay and fine.
Just be patient
and stay strong.
we are not alone.
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Feel the peace
when you trust that ‘love’is at the ‘core of your nature’.Look!In this peace,you perceivea ‘Seed of Sweetness’at the very centre of the heart.In a surrender to the Spirit,with patience and devotion,you nurture from this ‘Seed’the supreme state of joyknown as‘Ecstasy’.Published on October 18,2010 in Poetfreak under the name Genovamaaa. Genova is my mother and I…
My heart is prompting me now
I seek it Lord,please do not hide from me.My heart prompts me nowto listen to you my God and Lord.I am calling you now.Please listen to mewhen my mumblings reach you.
We are going down
the rabbit-holeand fall downvery deep intoa bottomless pit.Living in the modernworld seems so.We’ve gone downthe rabbit-hole, andthe worst part isthe feeling that wehaven’t remotelytouched bottom yet.
Life has been compared
Each day comes upwith a new set ofchallenges whichwe must meet.One can just not shyaway from the problemsif he hasto survive.He hasto meetto challengeswith courage.(Sam Veda,spiritual classic of India) .
Cleanse me from selfish motives
that clings on to the machinations of evil.Keep me clean and pureto carry your treasure in me.Manifest your glory through me.
God speaks to me
God loves silence.If God has a languagethat should be silence.I love this thoughtand sit in meditationall alone away fromthe sounds of the world.All the insights, Godgives to a poetin and through silence.If silence had a bodyI would have huggedthe being of silence.
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are strong,
beautiful
and loved.
The pain
that you
may be
experiencing now
ends, be strong.
You experience
now the love of God.
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Judah’s exile into Babylon
to set in motion oneof God’s prophetic clocks,the starting pointfor the Times of the Gentiles.Nebuchadnezzarand the kingdom of Babylon,was to be the first and greatestworld empires to dominateworld history, after Godset aside His peopleIsrael, because of their apostasy.The countdown to Christ’sfirst and second adventbegan when that headof gold was identifiedas the kingdom of Babylon.The trigger…
God in His grace
His Son into the world,that through faithin Him, the worldmay be savedredeemed from theslave-market of sinand saved fromSatan’s clutches.
God works in us from
but all creatures workfrom without inwards.And thus it is that grace,and all the gifts of God,and the voice of God,come from within,in the unity of our spirit,and not from without,into the imagination,by means of sensible images.
Look at a dew drop on a rose petal
Don’t you see Something simple,Undivided,Unborn,Eternal,Boundless,Independent,Invulnerable,BlissfulAll-knowing?What more do you needTo know that God is real.Published on October 08,2010 Poetfreak under the name Genovamaaa. Genova is my mother and I published earlier in her name.
Jesus’ will was
but the victorywas not withouta great struggle.Indeed, He sweatedgreat drops ofblood fromwithstanding Satan’seffort to turn Himaway from the Cross.
The transforming power
and he is dependenton this power.True Christian humanismis the full floweringof the theologyof the Incarnation.It is rooted in a totallynew concept of manwhich grew outof the mysteryof the union of Godand man in Christ.
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according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus
as in the Philippians 4: 19 we can read
Prayer journals are amazing tools
for tracing answered prayers,
but are not required to remember
where God has come through for us in our lives.
He is close to the brokenhearted,
and He hears our prayers!
Thank you for reading,
© Sylvia Frances Chan
All Rights Reserved
Sunday 9 August 2020
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Gisteravond heb ik gedroomd
noch over grote opluchtingMAAR over een lelijke oude manLelijk?ja, dat kun je zienhoewel in alle duisternishij is zo heel erg lelijkje durft niet te weddenhij is te lelijkom me te achtervolgen!die lelijke oude manzat me constant achternaeindelijk raakte hij uitgeputIk keek achter mewaar was hij?hij verdweenrechtstreeksin de vlammenvan het donkerste bed van de heleen metaforische…
Every good thing comes from God.
from the air in our lungs to the people in our lives.Instead of being bogged down by comparison and worryover a world we are not in control of,we can stride by stride follow Christ in the pocket of the worldHe has purposefully placed us in.No matter what is going on in the world,we can wake…
Haiku
Mooiste haiku wordt geplant,allermooiste roos ontstaat,Rose MarieThis is a translation of the poemThe Most Beautiful….bySylvia Frances Chan
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In reality you have to really care for that personNot just outwardlyThursday 3 October 2019
Dit is geen gedicht, maar mijn getuigenis van God’s Grote Wonder (alwéér? !)
maar een getuigenisover de Volle Oogstmaan nu………………………in mijn stille uren,mijn gebedstijdenzal ik de Heer ook vragen of ik Zijn mooie schepping mag zien(de volle oogstmaan)voor mij is het geen feest, maar een volle waarneming die het dichtst bij mij in de buurt komt………………………dit was een gedeelte uit mijn vorig gedichtik moet hier vertellendat God mij…
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toward a personHas not the obligationto love the personThursday Morn 3 October 2019