Get To Poems - Poems about Get To

I wonder if the best way to get to heaven… to experience that divine rebirth… would be to do as many heavenly things as we can while we are on the Earth ...

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Pray Worship Praise Faith Devotion Desire Connection Believe Acquaint Turn from Evil to Good Spread the Good News Read the Gospel Extend the Gospel to others Chosen Ones Hallelujah ...

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No fake, phony, counterfeit, bogus I am a altruistic lover, listener, helper Who inspire, motivates, and encourage Yes, I can be introverted sometimes I also can be humorous, playful and joyous. The eagle eye who has great insight The lone wolf who known to work alone The tortoise who longevity speak for itself The black panther who camouflage well The loner who...

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pants for watching - as we wonder around the supermarket my daughter pushes her own trolley she's trying to give her brother's shins a wallop he shouts at her - how dairy the trolley is confiscated; we look for the extra strong mints there's a dog in a trolley looking shell-shocked we pass the ham my son talks of hamlet my daughter, in...

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The Poems You did not Get to read; Are my thoughts I could not Get to write. . ....

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How do our musings come to us, when fears and desires yet nonplus gentle soul, yearning to feel whole? We just get aboard God’s bliss bus! Bliss magnetism scriptures extol, needs us to let go of each goal, born in transience, thus doomed to die, that we reclaim light ego stole. Hush the blush dear, please do not sigh, for in time, we will...

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they came to honor their fallen comrade with pride every one of them had their own unique Harley to ride He was our brother, our kin, our cousin, we loved him too Sixteen of them spoke before the celebration was through A celebration of life, then he was buried with his bike. They all had something wonderful to say about...

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Let me get to know you Father a little better Before we I start to pray For each other I think that sounds better I would prefer that Because I also live In the earth that you create I must tell you That I enjoy living On earth Every day I spend my life Swimming on the Ocean The Ocean Keeps me cool ...

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Let me get to know you Father a little better Before we I start to pray For each I think that sounds better I would prefer that Because I also live In the earth that you create I must tell you That I enjoy living On earth Every day I spend my life Swimming on the Ocean The Ocean Keeps me cool ...

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Imagine - trying to be profound I feel it's automatic failure by applying effort That all sounds like a me problem Both with automatic failure And judgements I could have an existential crisis, but I'll hold it off Imagine instead, being happy with efforts to be profound Finding acceptance That would surely be lovely I'm all bristly with the standard of 'nice'...

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With heart dissatisfied, my hands were tied, for though I recognised bondage to form, controlled by ego, which to soul had lied, with whispers of love, I could not conform. Head and heart linked, yet I lived by instinct, surfing the edge of space, praying for grace but being not love inked, each time I blinked, of light of God within, I...

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i nominate green foul the referee didn't hear me the opponent accuses me of the same he therefore, can - no longer - use my extension in fact i'm not using it either i'm off home to throw cue balls at the moon...

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trip yourself my way no siesta at borders cross right for a swim until you're breathless and lost to my words~first to my place...

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bemused by incessant thought spirals being thus unable to rest in cessation divine magnetism cascades within immersing us in deep meditation bereft of thoughts, ego recedes we then abide in our native element the veil of delusion slowly drops away revealing eternal light of Self luminescent ...

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Drawing close to the aura, that attracts, we savour the scent of its love perfume but as time passes by, our heart retracts, since magic that once was, fails to resume. The rhythm we followed, we now unfollow, because perhaps love’s echo returned not, neglect an insult heart could not swallow, so the rhyme that enchanted, soul forgot. Ego spawned contractions bind and...

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