The palm sunday
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Стихи - The Palm Sunday
Jerusalem exults with joy:
Behold ye Christ the King!
He is the only true envoy
Jehovah’s. Let us sing
The chants of faithfulness and love,
True Love of ether high,
Whose herald is the peaceful dove;
Turn hearts to Jesus: aye!
Men of the world, praise Him, rejoice
And bring Him precious gifts
And listen to His assertive voice
And live in grace and thrift.
October 11-12, 2012
Behold ye Christ the King!
He is the only true envoy
Jehovah’s. Let us sing
The chants of faithfulness and love,
True Love of ether high,
Whose herald is the peaceful dove;
Turn hearts to Jesus: aye!
Men of the world, praise Him, rejoice
And bring Him precious gifts
And listen to His assertive voice
And live in grace and thrift.
October 11-12, 2012
Автор: JoanBlack
Стихи - The throne of lucifer
The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault,
This afternoon dies slowly forever,
The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue,
Another episode of this life’s masquerade
Comes to an end…
The curtain falls…
And beauteous Agnes Adoma,
The prima donna of the opera house,
A-shining in the luster of her fame,
Leaves her beloved stage to the ovation
Of the spectators.
Her eyes! Her gorgeous green eyes!
They shine, like emeralds in the midday fire of heaven!
Her skin is white, like a snow of the...
This afternoon dies slowly forever,
The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue,
Another episode of this life’s masquerade
Comes to an end…
The curtain falls…
And beauteous Agnes Adoma,
The prima donna of the opera house,
A-shining in the luster of her fame,
Leaves her beloved stage to the ovation
Of the spectators.
Her eyes! Her gorgeous green eyes!
They shine, like emeralds in the midday fire of heaven!
Her skin is white, like a snow of the...
Автор: JoanBlack
Стихи - The silvery night sinks down in heavenly cracks
The silvery night sinks down in heavenly cracks.
Fires of lanterns convict a predatory
sight of the urban wolf.
The dissolute fog irons
a cold body
the fan of mad silence.
The wild, unrestrained perfection of the moon
will penetrate in heart of the pith angels.
Wake up, it is time to collect legends of ripe constellations,
crop of the grape god of love.
In dancings shadows the current of narcotic visions revives.
By concourse of sharp winds finds breath ancient fear.
Dress masks...
Fires of lanterns convict a predatory
sight of the urban wolf.
The dissolute fog irons
a cold body
the fan of mad silence.
The wild, unrestrained perfection of the moon
will penetrate in heart of the pith angels.
Wake up, it is time to collect legends of ripe constellations,
crop of the grape god of love.
In dancings shadows the current of narcotic visions revives.
By concourse of sharp winds finds breath ancient fear.
Dress masks...
Автор: riffo
Стихи - The Dawn
The Sun is rising, lighting up the woods,
Proclaiming the power of the light,
The beehives, nests under the azure hood
Are chanting their ode of delight.
The Star is streaming all over the Earth
And all the World is rejoicing and exulting,
Under the Sun each day is a day of birth,
The planet is overfilled with joyous sounds.
‘Tis very spare: dawns, the skies, the air,
But what can be more powerful, indeed?
Our Mother Nature is benign and fair,
We are her children, that’s our main deed...
Proclaiming the power of the light,
The beehives, nests under the azure hood
Are chanting their ode of delight.
The Star is streaming all over the Earth
And all the World is rejoicing and exulting,
Under the Sun each day is a day of birth,
The planet is overfilled with joyous sounds.
‘Tis very spare: dawns, the skies, the air,
But what can be more powerful, indeed?
Our Mother Nature is benign and fair,
We are her children, that’s our main deed...
Автор: JoanBlack
Стихи - The true religion hides within yourself
The true religion hides within yourself.
You will reveal it by a true divine will,
Breaking up all mind's lies and shelf,
But having clear look still...
It's not about special section and dogmatics.
It's free and beneficial just for you.
For me - to make the world so enlightened,
That it will come united perfect view.
Oh yes, there are some true and magic moments,
Higher than a usual life itself.
Aura, angels, energy of glory...
As well as it is atom and your health...
You will reveal it by a true divine will,
Breaking up all mind's lies and shelf,
But having clear look still...
It's not about special section and dogmatics.
It's free and beneficial just for you.
For me - to make the world so enlightened,
That it will come united perfect view.
Oh yes, there are some true and magic moments,
Higher than a usual life itself.
Aura, angels, energy of glory...
As well as it is atom and your health...
Автор: listengort888
Стихи - The Falling Leaf
The wind is in high frolic with the rain.
Outside the garden a little yellow leaf
Clinging desperately to its mother branch
I pick up the leaf
And put it in the book,
Giving it a home.
Outside the garden a little yellow leaf
Clinging desperately to its mother branch
I pick up the leaf
And put it in the book,
Giving it a home.
Автор: dan_27
Стихи - The Warrior
The armour glinted harshly dull
In beams of setting sun,
Its polished parts sat smartly on
To shield the solid One.
He stood there rock,
A metal spur
On stones of mighty wall,
Beyond of that came ever high
The flags of City Hall.
His squinted eyes were watching far,
His hand was grasping bow,
Cast arrows ramped for piercing flight
And sword –
For clashing blow.
Those craven foes…
They dared not to come to Warrier’s sight.
They shrank in holes
And damned cursed
With voices...
In beams of setting sun,
Its polished parts sat smartly on
To shield the solid One.
He stood there rock,
A metal spur
On stones of mighty wall,
Beyond of that came ever high
The flags of City Hall.
His squinted eyes were watching far,
His hand was grasping bow,
Cast arrows ramped for piercing flight
And sword –
For clashing blow.
Those craven foes…
They dared not to come to Warrier’s sight.
They shrank in holes
And damned cursed
With voices...
Автор: AlexeyChepok
Стихи - The old man of Peru
The old man of Peru,
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright,
And found it was perfectly true.
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright,
And found it was perfectly true.
Автор: galinagreen
Стихи - The end of evil is near - Конец зла близок
Это предопределено,
Это предопределено:
Чистые сердца 100 миллионов
Изменили судьбы людей,
Расторгли злой план.
Конец зла близок.
Конец зла близок.
Зло разрушается изнутри,
Зло разрушается изнутри,
Конец зла близок.
Конец зла близок.
Завеса иллюзий поднимается,
Время темноты закончилось.
Великий Закон сердца здесь
Управляет сердцами людей,
Управляет сердцами людей.
Это предопределено,
Это предопределено:
Конец зла близок.
Конец зла близок.
Оглянемся назад на это...
Это предопределено:
Чистые сердца 100 миллионов
Изменили судьбы людей,
Расторгли злой план.
Конец зла близок.
Конец зла близок.
Зло разрушается изнутри,
Зло разрушается изнутри,
Конец зла близок.
Конец зла близок.
Завеса иллюзий поднимается,
Время темноты закончилось.
Великий Закон сердца здесь
Управляет сердцами людей,
Управляет сердцами людей.
Это предопределено,
Это предопределено:
Конец зла близок.
Конец зла близок.
Оглянемся назад на это...
Автор: ija
Стихи - The New Age
In the New Age, with the possibility
Of looking at Life Spiritual,
We now may let ourselves
Make spots of past effectual
And now we see differently
Past and the "Here and Now"
We guess: all that happened was Holy,
The Idea of God was allowed
So, everybody, let's Thank
Everyone who was following a script,
Choosing the Fate by themselves,
Who made the old World be slipped
It will not be easy, my friends,
But sometimes it will be too simple,
And, anyhow, it will rise us
On...
Of looking at Life Spiritual,
We now may let ourselves
Make spots of past effectual
And now we see differently
Past and the "Here and Now"
We guess: all that happened was Holy,
The Idea of God was allowed
So, everybody, let's Thank
Everyone who was following a script,
Choosing the Fate by themselves,
Who made the old World be slipped
It will not be easy, my friends,
But sometimes it will be too simple,
And, anyhow, it will rise us
On...
Автор: listengort888
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