Monday, 23 September 2013

HERBAL ESSENCES (ODE TO SENSIMILIA) - MARC's PARC POEM


Gazing Upon the Splendour of the Cross

How's the story to start? How are we to be renewed? How do we play our part? God's every hope in us starts, when Jesus' salvation is imbued.

This salvation of old is the answer to all our problems of significance.
In struggle you'll endure,
If you lean on Christ - His Grace,
If you truly bend your heart,
Jesus helps when we seek His face.
At the cross I bend my knee,
It's where the Grace in Christ is felt,
Suddenly He makes me to see,
The card His sacrifice dealt.
Notice those nail marks,
And that thorny crown adorned,
Suddenly in our minds it sparks,
Everyone Christ has mourned.
In you and me He's done,
What only God could do,
The Father sent His Son,
To redeem us and make us new.
By this Saviour's blood,
His broken body hung up,
All to deal with our mud,
To cleanse all who are corrupt.
We have no hope without,
This Blessed Hope from above,
Whenever we get beyond doubt,
His Spirit pours into us His love.
Cherished demise was enshrined,
In God's creation plan,
From well before there was time,
God planned to become a man.
Think now of that love,
Go to faith beyond stumbling block,
To thoughts of things from above,
And every doubt He'll knock.
Now to think of what He took,
The divine purpose of what was inflicted,
When we take the time to look,
No longer should we be conflicted.
God did it once,
For everyone to know,
Christ died then for our sins,
In order that we might grow.
There's only one way out of the mess,
That many of our lives became,
In one movement we came to address,
A life that was comprehensively lame.
God revealed a broken life,
So you and I would agree,
We cannot get out of strife,
Until it is Jesus we finally see.
So, after all this, we might see also know...
In struggle you'll endure,
If you lean on Christ - His Grace,
If you truly bend your heart,
Jesus helps when we seek His face.
***
Truly, we owe God everything. Not only for life and our lives, but we owe God everything for every portion of Grace His life poured out on the cross, that makes our lives anything close to worthy. We are everything with Him and nothing without Him. God is great in every way.
© 2013 S. J. Wickham.
Steve Wickham is a Baptist Pastor who holds Degrees in Science, Divinity, and Counselling. Steve writes at: http://epitemnein-epitomic.blogspot.com.au/ and http://tribework.blogspot.com.au/

Sunday, 22 September 2013

MONEY TRANSFER (MONEY SONNET) - MARC's PARC


A Tribute to An Uncle: A Story From Rags to Riches of an Imperfect Active Person

He was semi-literate,
Studied till class 4,
Skipped classes,
Withstood thrashing by parents and teachers.
Understood importance of money,
Later, learnt 'Munimi', the Indian accountancy system,
Could prepare invoices faster than engineers,
Who used log tables and slide rules;
Calculators were not heard off then,
But would have given tough fight there too.

Rags to Riches
In 1950s,
Starting selling cloth on cycle,
As a refugee from Pakistan to India,
In one of lesser developed state,
Of a developing country.
Got into lending business,
Akin to 'Pawn Shop'
Minted money,
Played hide and seek, with tax authorities,
Had to spend, couple of nights in jail.
Personal Life
He was fond of Indian perfumes,
Had 11 children, who survived,
Had a short, extra marital fling,
A weakness, but an accepted indulgence,
Of well to do middle-aged business men;
Which is prevalent world over.
Social Obligations
Looked after his sister,
Married in a salary class family, with limited resources.
Invited them, after retirement,
Set up business, for them.
But he was getting old.
His sons resented,
The sister moved out.
Life continued.
Ethics
The man, a millionaire now,
Established a school in the memory of his father.
A religious minded person,a shrewd business man,
Who indulged in corrupt business practices as well, just to save tax;
An essential evil, all over the world,
Donated enormous sums to religious places,
Never regretted or mixed the two ideologies,
Followed in business and religion.
The End
Alas, he had to abdicate the business,
Hand over the reins
To his son and grand-son,
Who did not appreciate his conservative ideas,
His interference in business, which he has founded.
He had lived his life,
His son realized that his son was to get priority,
Over his father, who has lived his innings honorably.
He was not allowed, not welcomed, in the business.
He got disenchanted,
Withdrew inwards,
Slowly forgotten by society,
Faded and passed away.
The life moved on.
The Future
Son and grandson,
Will enjoy his labor,
Till, the son meets the same fate.
A Possible Solution
If only,
He had asked his son to set up an independent business,
Helped them,
Scaled down own business,
Lived independently,
May be his life was more pleasant during last days!
A Salute to a Life Well Lived
Thank you uncle.
Your nephews and niece,
Remember you,
For all the sweet memories of their childhood.
God bless you, where ever you are.

GAIA (Glimpses of Aspiring Islamic Arts) HD


Places to Look to Publish Your Poems

After a press conference (my last at that time), when I could no longer go out the house often, I explored the web community. After my husband's death and while taking care of a sick mom, I found good places to write and good places to blog. Of course, no one has to die or to be sick first, but then, that was how it came with me.

I retrieved my old poems, my poems from a workshop and my love poems. I saw my high school poems, Where Did We All Come From and Goodbye Dear Grandmother.
I also found some six poems, submitted to Dr. Marjorie Evasco (of our Poetry Class), where the kind teacher offered me to join a writer's workshop for free (which I declined because of a house chore). Thank you dear teacher for the challenge, and I am sorry for not having the guts and seriousness of a poet, that time.
My journey to the places of where to publicize my poems required and entailed hard work. I felt those moments grand and exciting; at other times, haunting. I thought someone, readers, or at least you, would read my poems and be with me. I wrote the words. I restrained some phrases. I came to you.
I had written Death Row on Poemhunter.com. I had thought about Haiti, sores, healing, blood dripping and Uncle Scrooge wilting in pain; hence my lines imposed "Prepare the heaven, open!" I thought of pleading to God in the screams and agonies of battlefields, pain and confusion.
The poem Three Bottles came while I was alone with my mother (may God rest her soul) in the hospital, years ago. I was literally counting the drops of blood in the bottle till it filled the brim.
"It makes my brain shiver and my hands tight with each other." So I thought, there was no other way, but to pray!
Truly, vivid pictures of memories are gifts from God. They have to be shared, as they are an enormous task of poets and writers to fulfill.
Conversations Across Borders, Read Write Think, Yahoo Network, Google+, You Tube, Worldwide Poetry, Prose and Poetry Global, Shadow Poetry. Com, Filipino Poet's Circle, Blogspot websites, and WordPress blogs are places to look to publicize your poems. And there are still many others offered by the I Share Community!
So write your poems, create your own blogs or sign up. You can join challenges and prompts online. Literary magazines are also accepting contributions from both amateur and professional writers.

Friday, 20 September 2013

SAME OLD SONG (ARSENAL SEASON REVIEW) - MARC'S PARC POEM


The Vanishing Warmth in Relationships

There are God-made relations:
Parents, children, siblings and cousins.
There are man-made relations:

Spouses, in-laws, son-in-law, daughter-in-law.
Relationships affect our lives,
In marriage, old age, childhood,
In all roles of life we live.
The relationships depend on:
*Sharing of life,
*Quantity and quality of mutual communication.
*We covet relationship with successful and rich relations.
*We can not have intimacy with unlimited number of relations;
Thus relationship with immediate family members is stronger;
Relationship with extended family members is weaker.
Marriage:
After marriage,
Parents, children, siblings are no longer part of immediate family,
They are part of extended family,
The communication gets diluted, in quantity and quality.
We communicate, when we meet each-other,
Talk of shared common memories of childhood.
After initial deluge of emotions,
The communication is cosmetic,
We bask in the warmth of good old days,
Only to part, and wait for another opportunity.
Old Age:
Relationship with old and not so successful,
Parents, siblings, other relations,
Takes a beating;
Gets diluted and slowly evaporate into nothingness.
Be it immediate family or extended family,
Man-made relation or God-made relation.
Animals do neglect and shunt out the old,
But why should we?
We are at the top, in evolution.
Children:
Relationship with children, nieces or nephews, is invariably transient,
It is like attempting to write on a water surface;
It evaporates, in no time.
They may not recollect later, all the fun we had together;
As they grow and are busy,
In pursuit of their career and prosperity.
It happens all around,
When we do not share life, due to distances,
And lack of frequent informal meetings.
Spouses:
A new universe opens up,
Whenever an Adam or an Eve,
Enters the portal of a live-in relationship or marriage.
This is the greatest glory of human civilization;
But is in grave danger of getting derailed,
With new experiments, violating God's design,
On the pretext of freedom in thoughts and action.
We can wipe out malaria and polio,
We can plan trips to Mars,
Then why we can't overcome our base emotions:
Ego clash, greed, adultery and inability to forget?
Only then, we will have harmony in family life,
With no broken homes.
This is the way out, if we have the will.
Loneliness:
Lonely souls,
Yearn for intimacy in relationships;
More so, in old age,
Or when immobile,due to health issues.
There is normally one way communication; just outgoing,
Followed by an eternal wait for incoming communication.
There is a solution!
Do not expect,
Do not sulk in dejection over disappointment,
Do not let others hurt you,
Then an individual is a winner.
What can be done?
We will serve God better,
By checking the omnipresent loneliness in the world:
In hospitals, old age homes, prisons and even within our family.
God bless us,
Amen!

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Scott Woods performs "Six in the Morning"


An Appeal To God

Come God come and see your mankind
See how man is misusing
That you gave him noble mind.
Love, Pity, sympathy he has forgotten
Well dressed body but heart is rotten

Playing with weapons has become fashion
Killing fellow beings is main passion
To hurt others hearts is a common thing
Greed and dishonesty are in full swing.
Men are quarreling with each other
They forget to live like brothers
World is vast but hearts aren't
In jealous and hatred, they have shrunk
Minds are polluting day by day
Everyone is straying in a wrong way
Devil does rule and humanity is dying
Seeing such scenes my heart is crying
Truth is hiding and lie rejoice
It has become the first choice
People are fighting over caste and religion
they don't obey you rather make self decision
No religion teaches any bad thing
Then why is so this human being?
In bullets and blasts there is daily increase
Innocent lives are taken nobody tries to cease
You give life to each and everything
But man snatches it and gives nothing
Some are wailing in endless sorrow
They can't hope for a better tomorrow
Some are so proud of wealth and richness
But can't share with needy whatever they possess
Some are so rude and too much arrogant
To hurt others badly, they are meant
They feel so happy when others are teased
Why children of Almighty do wrong deeds?
Some are millionaire and some are begging
Former is shining and the latter is fading
To see this world you send us all
From big, bigger, biggest to smallest, smaller, small
I pray to you from the core of heart
Truth and goodness should be on our life chart
We may live united without any difference
Please enable us to grasp universe's pure essence
Innocence should remain in our mind and face
For bad thinking there shouldn't be any space
If one is crying, the others should wipe his tears
If one is rejoicing, others should share his cheers
Universal brotherhood should be promoted by all
Make us helpful and supportive when others are going to fall
I dream all this to be come true
It is possible only when it is granted by You
Make us able to spread the message of peace
To make this universe a place unique
Where all will happy and no one sad
All will good and no one bad.

Godsent At THE 2nd Annual Gospel Poetry Jam


O Lord! O Christ!

O Lord Christ! have pity on me
I can sing songs in praise of thee
make me able to serve mankind
please purify my heart and mind
Uproot hatred and jealous
from my brain
I should say thanks to you
whatever I gain
Where there are people are fighting
give me courage to stop them
those who are led astray
convert them into beautiful gem
If someone is crying in pain
enable me to share his sorrow
make me helpful in all possible ways
to turn sad today of others into better tomorrow
If there are tears in someone's eyes
make me able to wipe those
help me to spread happiness
on their faces like a rose
Enable me to spread your message
of universal love and peace
make me successful in my mission
O Lord! I beseech! I beseech!
Have mercy on me
If I do something wrong
show me the path of virtue
fulfill my wish for which I long
O lord! make this world a heaven
where killing and bloodshed would be rare
instead of dangerous weapons
there should be human welfare
Avoid your people from committing crime
they should have fear every time
no wrong deeds, no sinful act
If anyone does, you should sharply react
Save this world, save this humanity
make it pure by removing impurity
heart should be pure, free from ill-will
no lust, no greed and no betrayal
Give food, shelter to each and everyone
remove sorrow from human lives
and fill them with fun
shower your blessings upon all of us
make us lively as life is got once
Fulfill my wishes and fulfill my dreams
enlighten my body with your spiritual beams
with your vision, improve my fate
I am very small and you are very great
With the coming of Christmas
a feeling of happiness spreads
friendly atmosphere is created
which lacks of all fears and dreads
O Lord! same congenial atmosphere
should prevail throughout the whole year
we can roam freely and fearless
from everywhere to anywhere
Fill all hearts with pity and compassion
and of wrong-doers with repentance and confession
O Lord! improve the capacity of human thinking
seeing a man as a killer of fellow beings
my heart is sinking

Give response to my prayer
I need from you too much care
between you and me
there shouldn't be any gap
in odd times, I need only your lap
O Jesus! please forgive me
as "To err is me"
which can save me
are only blessings of thee.


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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

WHEN CUPID's ARROW MISS (VALENTINE'S DAY POEM) - MARC'S PARC


Oh These Parents!

'Relax Pop, relax mom, 
Have you got nothing else to do', 
Is often heard, in every house, with grown up children. 
Parents nurture the children from infancy to teens, 
They think of children all the time, as well wishers. 
It is a God ordained duty, 

Our attention comes down, as they grow, 
But our concern for them never does, 
We worry for their career, safety. 
It is our duty to groom our children, 
Integrate them in the society, as a useful productive member. 
We insist on our right to: 
Advise them, guide them, be informed of their activities. 
May be, we are over doing it, 
We can learn from animals, 
How much to attend, 
When to let children, live on their own. 
We display our concern for children, 
With our worry, through our advisory, 
And our suggestions, even if unsolicited, unwelcome and unproductive; 
But we, the parents are cold shouldered. 
Parents can't help uttering: 
'Take care, play safe'. 
There is anarchy around: 
Latent racist attitude in few, in developed countries; 
Road rage, fundamentalism, gender inequality and sex tourism in developing countries. 
The grown up children may be pragmatic, less emotional, more logical, 
Prefer to take their own decisions, 
For it is their life. 
Children like grown ups, are conformists, 
New generation likes partying, drinks, 
We the parents accept it, 
But can not help advising, 
'Be moderate, not more than two'. 
The enigmatic smile, 
Conveys the message, to relax, 
We still insist, 
'OK, do as you like, but please do not drive afterwards,' 
Another smile! 
We withdraw honorably, 
Pray to God: 
'If an untoward incident happens, 
Look after our family.' 
Who are we to worry, question the happenings in the world? 
Let us trust God, 
Have faith in Him; 
But it is easy said than done. 
We do not worry deliberately, 
It is a sub-conscious activity, 
It happens for the loved ones. 
Attachment is a double-edged weapon, 
A boon, when it facilitates grooming of children, 
A bane, when, it irritates grown up children. 
We all realize, when we become parents. 
Our children too will, when their turn comes. 
The cycle continues, 
History repeats itself, 
Humanity will never learn its lesson, 
For there is no formal training, 
Humanity relies more on emotions, than on logic. 
Isn't this, what an unconditional love is all about? 
Now, 
There is awareness among parents, 
They are addressing the problem. 
In Occidental societies: 
Parental duty is, till child is 18, 
Thereafter, a child enjoys or suffers autonomy,. 
And mortgaging own house, to enjoy the fruits of own labor, 
Helps parents, in a way. 
Oriental parents are still in a dilemma! 
Tied up with unwanted, excessive attachment. 
Life goes on!

Monday, 16 September 2013

A MOTHER'S LOVE (MOTHER'S DAY DEDICATION) - MARC'S PARC POEM


Letter To The Woman I Love

I thank God you came into my life.
Love brought you to me naturally.

You really convinced me that love exists.
Sweetheart, you're uniquely meant for me.
Gone are the days when you lived in my fantasies.
Gone are the days when your existence was debatable.
Gone are the days when I never knew the wonders of true love.
Gone are the days when true love was more of a tale than reality.
Your humor is all I need to turn a terrible day into a success story.
Your sweet voice is the melody I need to smile when times are hard.
Your natural beauty reveals the true value of who you really are inside.
Your kind tone is a true reflection of what makes a loving mother.
My love, be sure that your heart is definitely safe with me.
Lovely angel, you will always be my first choice naturally.
Lady of my heart, I will never leave your loving side.
Baby girl, you are everything I need in a woman.
I can sing, because your cute smile sings it all.
Love will talk, but you will do the speaking.
You light my life, because you are my light.
Honey, you've turned me into a prince.
If I could be given another chance to pick the right woman, you would be my only choice.
If life could allow me to select the best mother after my mother, I would choose you.
If I could get one more chance to pick the cutest flower on earth, I would naturally pick you.
If I had one opportunity to sing the sweetest song ever, I would proudly sing about you.
I love you, because you are the woman who defines endless love in my unique language.
I love you, because you are the sister I never had and can't afford to lose anytime.
I love you, because you have a beautiful soul which my loving mother had too.
I love you because you are a reasonable and sensible flower in my garden.
Even when I am sad, you are the smile deep inside my vulnerable soul.
Even when I am down, knowing you are there gives me true happiness.
Even when the world calls me sad names, you call me sweet pet names.
Even when everyone around me treats me badly, you hug me with true love.
Time will change many of my attributes, but my love for you will keep growing strong.
Circumstances will hit me hard, but your love will keep me safe in your ever-blazing tender care.
Can I recite any regrets? It's simply my failure to know you even earlier than I did!
Never will I fantasize about what my true love looks like, because you are here!
You have given me a reason to believe that my patience awaited cute fruits.
From now on, I will always remember to love you for who you are.
I love you, and I will always be around you.
Ernest Mwaba has written many articles about love and relationships. He has a real passion for poetry that comes from deep inside the heart. To get more of his insightful updates about relationships and marriage issues, like his page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Real-Relationship-Issues-Today/281377321915740 and feel free to leave comments.

Nokia Capsule N96: Pulse, Slam Poetry


Where DO I Go From Here

At the crossroad of life we stand;
filled with ambitions and chances;
faced with tribulations and successes;
looking into the South we saw nothing;
looking into the East we are covered with fog;

looking to the North, we saw deserts;
we looked keener into the East maybe we could see something;
all we saw was: Water! Water! Water!
Going far beyond our widest horizon
flowing coolly into our tender hearts
looking back again to the North,
we saw good foods coming down from their.
We saw great things emanating their.
We saw the great handiwork of the Art of GOD.
When we looked back to the South,
we saw good fruits glistering the eyes.
We heard the songs of the birds;
singing sweetly in the trees.
We enjoyed the snow falling down on us.
When we looked deep again to all three cardinals,
they possessed the beauty of heaven.
So, standing, so confused we were
looking deep, so unsettled our minds were
looking up, so undetermined we could see things
concluding on our worries,
we turned down to the west:
then we settled a little.
Seeing the tropical, experiencing the snow and
also enjoying the deserts, we could feel home.
but, unsettled was our mind when we remebered;
the north, the south and the east;
the Glory that were in them.
So, we went back to the Center of the Crossroad where we started;
filled with worries and asking the same question:
Where DO We Go From Here?
Suddenly we remembered,
that we cannot always be everywhere at the same time.
So, we talked to ourselves.
We separated our selves: Tribes on tribes, ethnics on ethnics.
Allocated resources, and gave people the opportunity to spread out
The best option is division.
We really had to divide ourselves.
Many loved the coolness of the oceans.
Some enjoyed the tropical
some others preferred the deserts for their animals.
And some really enjoyed fishing.
So to please everyone, sometimes,
The seasons explain to us that:
you cannot always win when all are not happy.
Happiness in our hearts is victory in our minds.
Our minds when won over easily affects the body.
We all are stars shining
Making people feel not alone.
Giving a protection in the night.
Smiling at us with sincerity as much as they shine.
They all maintain their positions.
Never forget, Always keep in mind:
Your victory trully comes from your position of shinning.
When you are where you are supposed to be.
Don't give up on your quest until you have found where you belong.
GOD Bless.
Thank you.
Where then DO We Go From Here?


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Aaron Belz at AEM's 7th Annual Evening of Arts & Entertainment



Different Colors of Life

Life is a game to play.
It is a talk to say.
Life is a race to run.
It is a cause to have fun.

Life is a swing to ride.
It may be a cave to hide.
Life is a song to sing.
It is a bell to ring.
Life is a story to hear.
It may be a pain to bear.
Life is a love to be mad.
It is an anxiety to be sad.
Life is a journey to go on.
It is a seed to be sown.
Sometimes becomes a rose to bloom.
And sometimes blank as an empty room.
Life is a happiness to enjoy.
It can be an object to destroy.
It is a stream to flow.
And a swift wind to blow.
Life is an adventure to have risk.
It can be a force to resist.
It is a beautiful movie to watch.
And a coin to toss.
Life is a struggle to try hard.
It is an imagination of a bard.
Life is a bird to fly.
Sometimes it is a pain to cry.
Life is a mixture of joy and sorrow.
A combo of today and tomorrow.
Life is a tear to shed.
It is complicated like a web.
Life is colorful like a rainbow.
It has stages like a show.
Somewhere a lesson to learn.
and somewhere a flame to burn.
Life is a beauty to see.
It is a freedom to be free.
It is a thunder to crash.
It is a ball to smash.
Life is a poem to write.
It is a hymn to recite.
An interesting book to read.
It is a gift that we need.
Life is a good path to walk.
It is a thrill to rock.
Life is a ray to have hope.
It is a co-operation to cope.
Life is a chain of different situations.
Somewhere demotions and somewhere promotions.
Life is a garden full of flowers.
It is a bliss of spiritual showers.
Life is a gift given by god.
It is full of chances like a pod.
Life is a dream full of sweetness.
But sometimes changes into bitter harshness.
Life is an idea to live peacefully.
It is a source to help others heartily.
Life is a laughter to laugh.
Sometimes is has to face wrath.
May God bless the lives of all.
They may be able to enjoy till the last call.


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