Quotes about advent, page 5
Mistral
Welcome to my sky where Mistral soars
transfer resplendent heaven's fallows,
I sensed spring's advent with swallows,
well-favored in my past times and yours.
It's my devotion to a years' back left fair,
when epochal images project as day fades,
of time's overreach to eyes behind shades,
and my deception that could be your flare.
And in the mists where dew drops gather
defining you on roses' purity of petal reds,
reverberant upwards heart hymn embeds,
senses your scent of blooms and laughter.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Clock and Bells
When I was young, the clock was barely alive.
It seemed that the good times would never arrive.
As I grew older the needles had something to prove.
Their pace increased; they livened their move.
But still they seemed to just plow along,
Though church bells did render a louder gong.
Who knows if a new life is foretold by these chimes?
I just hope they herald the advent of new times.
In concert clock and bell have something to say…
Their message, “Leave the world a bit better each day.”
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poem by Gregory Huyette
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Time Grows Shorter
When I was young, the clock was barely alive
It seemed that the good times would never arrive.
As I grew older the needles had something to prove.
Their pace increased as they livened their move.
But still they seemed only to plow along,
Though church bells did render a much louder gong.
If a new life is foretold by such chimes,
I just hope they herald the advent of good times.
In concert clock and bell voice vulnerable dismays;
Their message, “Time grows shorter to find happy days.”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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visiting Hiroshima
1>Peace Memorial Museum.
two buildings
the museum surveys the history of Hiroshima
and the advent of the nuclear bomb.
main focus August 6; the dropping of the bomb
and its outcome in human suffering
personally it upset me
2.Cenotaph for the A-Bomb Victims
Between the Museum
and the A-Bomb Dome
an arched tomb
for those who died
because
initial blast
and then
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When The Tranquility Rules
One has to play innings of life,
Ample joy be there or be full of grief.
As a river flows the life in any way
Deep n calm or be in a spate it may.
Youth enables to enjoy all the tides
Captivating life with joy and grief.
Advent of the evening though may chide,
Shaking the soul for a moment brief.
Ups and downs faced in the life
Ought to unravel meaning of life,
Enabling to take life in its' stride
Like a Sthitpradnya and a being refined.
Joy n sorrow then lose their meaning
When tranquility rules over the evening.
poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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The Advent of Humans Shall Turn This Heaven into Hell
Queer fate
And a big wave
Stranded me on an
Isolated island
I opened my eyes
Found myself amidst
Beautiful trees
Blue skies
Colorful birds
Eye catching flowers
And sparkling waterfalls
I was the lone human
On this heaven on earth
I ate fruits
Played with the animals
Sang with the birds
Danced with the winds
One day I remembered
My family and friends
I prayed to god
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Went To Church Today
i went to church today
and as it is customary
at dawn
a sacrifice so to say
for advent's sake
i join in the singing of
the hymns
i sit and stand and kneel
i recite my prayers
on paper
i look at the pulpit
and listen to the
priest saying the homily
i sit and stand and kneel
i look around the corners
i follow the lines of the pillars
i look at the center of this
church majestic in its
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night,—
Colder, colder, colder still,
Upward steals a vapor chill—
Strong the earthy odor grows—
I smell the mould above the rose!
Welcome, Life! the Spirit strives!
Strength returns, and hope revives;
Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn
Fly like shadows at the morn,—
O'er the earth there comes a bloom—
Sunny light for sullen gloom,
Warm perfume for vapor cold—
I smell the rose above the mould!
poem by Thomas Hood
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Love Sacred
There, those people young and old
Paint their feelings red and blue
For a trance of bliss liquored up in dim light
To name a kind of love..
Wish them'God be with'
But
The burning heart of a mourning love
Passing through a familial exam
Put up with a life of babies
In silence patient
Answer a couple modest and honest
' An advent along obstacles
Treasure-hunts the life the sacred love'
In the deep depths of their souls
A holy spark of love smoldering
Awaiting a timely rapture
Crossing over the commited burdens..
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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Your Name In The Sky
I was looking at the night
Then I saw your name hanging so bright
It was written in gold
With Ink of bliss wrapping it so bold
Your name glitters from that far
And it moment flies everywhere
I could not have tell if today is your birthday
Without this miracle in the sky that spell your day
Since your advent in this big blue container
soul have been transform with scattered bliss in the air
I wish I could by you, your replica on this your natal day
To reflect the styles you brought in our way
but since that gift is vain and priceless
I wish you, your desire and stay bless
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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