Buddhist Dancers
In " A Heavenly Woman's Imprisoned in the Palace ", Li Yu, a famous Chinese poet, and the last ruler, of the Southern Tang Kingdom --- writes, As a heavenly woman's imprisoned in the palace at Penglai Hill All are silent as she sleeps by day in the painted hall. And as her hair is spread like jade clouds ... upon a pillow Her embroidered clothes bear ... nothing but a wondrous scent. So as I secretly come and slide through a pearl lock gate ... From behind a silver screen, she is startled from a dream. But now her smiling face is overflowing with bliss. So we gaze at each other with unbridled love.
Making Bricks For Pharaoh - Send Prosperity Swiftly God And Liberate Us To Live Freely
Oh, no my wonderful Lord We're making bricks for Pharoah Jehovah-jireh don't delay to show Your mighty power so all may know That you provide for your people abundantly Once again come forth and open the Red Sea Provide miraculously and pay taxes supernaturally Open the mouths of fish to cough up cash happily As in times past as you did for the apostle Peter Don't let financial constraints silence and deter Your people from seeking first the kingdom of God Show yourself strong so greedy creditors will applaud Let debt cancellation and cash flow magnificently Let financial acumen and skill break forth intuitively Within your people's hearts and minds spiritually Creative ideas to solve all our monetary problems Divine appointments, alignment, and relationships So we can rejoice, stay afloat, and not be a sinking ship El Shaddai the nourishing one Father to whom we come Help us because of our endless toil life is no more fun Grievously vexed by our employers we cry for liberation We need far more than the power of the resurrection We also need wisdom, wealth, prosperity, and satisfaction Alleviation from this gruesome plight of financial despair Arise for your namesake oh God and show us you care Before stress and strain prematurely grays our lovely hair Or makes it fall out entirely as we worry and agonize daily No more do we wish to make bricks for an oppressive Pharoah Arise dear Lord so with the Great Commission we can boldly go And preach the Good News of Christ throughout the entire earth Telling all souls the glories of your name and about the new birth.
Stubborn As A Mule - Don t Talk To Me, Leave Me Be
Stubborn as a mule Don't talk to me Leave me be In my simplicity Or perhaps stupidity I know everything I feel I need no one. I'm stubborn as a mule, I can't lie it's not fun. Nevertheless please let me Enjoy my agony privately. Otherwise you will regretfully Get a taste of my irritability Undoubtedly my everything That amounts to nothing In your judgmental mind But everything in mine I'm full of a life of pain From my childhood To this loathsome day My trials and tribulations Keep getting in my way Never allowing me to fully enjoy Nor experience this wonderful life Family and friends drama and strife Gets me heavy and deeply down Circumstances beyond my control Have repeatedly come and stole My happiness and tenderness My childlike heart and eagerness To arise and take on the world My heart wounded within froward With this life sadly I'm now bored Bitter, puzzled, and inwardly broken My joy within has been stolen and taken I know not how to get my inner life back I feel as if I'm under a Satanic attack Increasingly overwhelmed and overcome I wish to fly away, but have nowhere to run The problems to continually arise and come To my door, to my core, making me unsure I guess I need to arise mightily and fight Be a courageous man of God, salt and light Obtain heavenly vision and a new perspective Stop crying, kicking, bawling, and squalling Life's troubles are by no means an elective They suddenly come to and burden us all Yet in these moments we must stand tall Certainly we cannot simply curse them all Nevertheless doing so does not remove them I know you like me have probably tried cursing But I've got a better way to begin reversing The cycle of defeat and get you moving in victory It's called living in the Spirit with God Almighty Implementing His divine principles in your daily life Uprooting bad defeating attitudes and turbulent strife As you renew within, you shall gloriously alter your life As you use those two ears God gave you and listen Your within will awaken and your divine destiny hasten To show itself, come forth, and blossom like a flower My friend, anguish in agony no more for this is your hour!
Old Mrs Stanley a Poem Out Of The Early 60s
She sits on her porch and knits in the mornings, bending at the windowsill, with those old, old waxed fingers, you can almost see those old perturbing veins from where I stand, she's just smiling away-looking up and down Cayuga Street, checking out the boys and girls, the gang: my old neighbor, and widow, at ninety-three, Mrs. Stanley. When noon comes around, she'll switch windows, pull back the curtain, in the kitchen, spoon in her soup; check out the birds in her birdbath, splashing water all about, she bought it after her husband passed on, perhaps from boredom. She doesn't care if I'm looking over the fence, to see her looking back, I'm just a teenagers, wet behind the ears, a neighborhood fact, a dupe.
His Design
Design is a place. Design is to say. Design is this beauty, one sees on its way. Design always tries; never disguise. Design can afford... wisdom it buys. Design is for you. Design is for me. Questions can lock; design is that key! Away from those lies; purpose it cries! Design is a thought... when feelings arise! Relish its truth and structure it brings. Value the songs of worth that it sings! A lily, a baby; the colors we see. Dreams that we have... for all we can be! Design is that light; design is so bright. Design loves its day and shines in that night. Design will hold hands with purpose to claim.
Come To Me Killjoy - Criticize And Control Me
Come to me killjoy Show me your foul ploy To rob and steal my joy Take away my every toy To wickedly control me Conform me to your image Put me in your pitiful box Teach and tell me how to talk Mold me until I am no more Unauthentic as you to the core Fearful of others and a conformist Timid, swayable, an alarmist Impressionable and powerless Putrid, phony, and sadly joyless Two-faced and polished for society Yet privately we know you in reality Vile, cruel, precocious, and vicious Self-centered with your own interest Compare, compete, and never complete Criticize and critique from head to feet Exalt thyself above measure, your ego replete Purport and project an air of superior wisdom Until people come tenderly to sit at your feet The public display seems ever so wonderful But at home your act and talk most dreadful This evil I can't embrace, nor think to replace I prefer joy, but you can run the vain race.
Longfellow s Loves
Is it mere coincidence that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Poet of the Heart, " as he was called by his readers, was born in the month of love? Dare we imagine that Cupid arched his bow and aimed his arrow at Longfellow on February 27, 1807, the date of his birth in Portland, Maine? Now center-stage in Maine, the most popular poet of the 19th-century lives on, two hundred years after his birth, in celebrations that honor his legacy, a legacy that embraces poetry for everyone of all ages or education. In keeping with this legacy, Brunswick feets him with festivities ranging from horse-drawn wagon rides and poetry readings to music, art, stage, and dance performances Longfellow Days, the Brunswick Legacy Celebration, begins the first week in February and culminates on the beloved poet's birthday, February 27.
Valentines For Longfellow
To know him is to love him. Or so say recent scholars of the now famous Portland native, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-a Bowdoin College graduate and professor-who went on to teach at Harvard, translate Dante, and become known as "Poet of the Heart." So here then are valentines from those who have studied the life of Longfellow: Valentines: 1. Christoph Irmscher, Professor of English, Indiana University, Author of two 2006 books, "Longfellow Redux" and "Public Poet, Private Man": "If I have learned anything from Longfellow it is to not insist too much on the importanceof myself to the rest of the world.
Longfellow Legend In Maine
Shhh. Don't tell anyone. It's just gossip. And anyway, the only two people who know the truth are Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Susan Chase. And they are not here to defend themselves, so it's not really fair is it? But if you promise, really promise, I'll tell you the story. And it is just a story. Back in 1822 to 1825 when young Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a student at Bowdoin College, he was reportedly seen walking from the Bowdoin College campus out to Pennellville. Now here's where the speculation begins. Did young Henry walk out Mere Point Road and then follow along the shore? Or did he walk as the crow flies?
Funny 50th Birthday Poem - How To Create A Personal Gift
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