"yesus" poems - Hello Poetry

Pernahkah kita memikirkan, bagaimana cara Maria melahirkan Yesus P i k i r k a n l a h.... Ya...benar sama seperti manusia, seperti seorang ibu yang melahirkan Menahan sakit dan berpeluh Tak seorang dokter ataupun bidan membantu Hanya tangan Tuhan, Sang Allah Bapa yang memberikan kekuatan Menopang dan dapat menjalankan persalinan dengan sempurna Maria seorang perawan yang tidak pernah melahirkan sebelumnya Melakukan kehendak Tuhan seperti yang sudah dikatakannya: "Jadilah kepadaku seperti kehendakMu" Berserah ditanganNya, diantara kesendirian dan kemustahilan Berseru kepada Tuhan:' KehendakMu Tuhan kulaksanakan!" Jadilah kita seperti Maria pada jaman ini Berserah akan kehendak Tuhan Walau jalan tak lapang, walau rintangan tak kurang Tetapi tanganNya tak pernah melepaskan kita Pelukkannya tak pernah kurang kehangatan KasihNya yang selalu menyertai IMANUEL...

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC

sundari-mahendra

Imanuel

Pernahkah kita memikirkan, bagaimana cara Maria melahirkan Yesus P i k i r k a n l a h.... Ya...benar sama seperti manusia, seperti seorang ibu yang melahirkan Menahan sakit dan berpeluh Tak seorang dokter ataupun bidan membantu Hanya tangan Tuhan, Sang Allah Bapa yang memberikan kekuatan Menopang dan dapat menjalankan persalinan dengan sempurna Maria seorang perawan yang tidak pernah melahirkan sebelumnya Melakukan kehendak Tuhan seperti yang sudah dikatakannya: "Jadilah kepadaku seperti kehendakMu" Berserah ditanganNya, diantara kesendirian dan kemustahilan Berseru kepada Tuhan:' KehendakMu Tuhan kulaksanakan!" Jadilah kita seperti Maria pada jaman ini Berserah akan kehendak Tuhan Walau jalan tak lapang, walau rintangan tak kurang Tetapi tanganNya tak pernah melepaskan kita Pelukkannya tak pernah kurang kehangatan KasihNya yang selalu menyertai IMANUEL...

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found in Styron's darkness visible... he survived auschwitz... but said adieu to life: by throwing himself down a flight of stairs. millennial, generation y, huh?! also called the: bearable heaviness of non-being... say: survivors of auschwitz, and apart from Kundera, i'm fudged into this stealth-culprit hangover... and when i speak the native tongue i use double emphasis... everything suddenly becomes italic... gówno... or **** teutonic: gavron, ja, ich habbe schtabbe ga ga, magpie on a licky-sticky schtaisse: vroom bog-tie boom boom... everntually language is just that: magnifique sounds, mein herr, be that a cello i hear? nada... mindlessly i too feigned a farting brigadier, farting into a brass horn: worth a gingerbread / pumpernickle marching rhythm. yes, double emphasis in the native... kosz (koš)... bin... trza błagać... błagać! o śmierć... beg for death... but hetman cossak said smerc... and it sounded altogether better. a household argument, after prawn-pasta was cooked throughout an afternoon of general bewilderment: a heap of pebbles makes more sense than the Orion constelation... given the mathematical approach to the situation, and subsequent mapping... because they really did drop a bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki... and that's why 21st creativity is trapped in a hamster's routine... karaoke is standard... this insissting plagiaristic zeitgeist! so i said: you really think you conquered yapan? jesus, je suis, zeus, yesus, jamaican jah jah *** buck... rasta root mon, rasta root. battered and bruised... someohow this whole dating scene passed me by... and what happened to me aged 21... is strangely becoming the norm of giving the circumstance: i can't remember being of any age, particular. the quicker argument would coincide with: give me a machinegun, and march me into a Latvian forest... because, right now, it's a scenario of being coerced into donning a leash or more like a leech, and an afternoon spent pulverised by a pneumatic tsunami of adverts... calling it a job done, with a siberian brew: cow juice in tea... liquid werther's original.

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Jan 10, 2017

Jan 10, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

liquid werther's original

found in Styron's darkness visible... he survived auschwitz... but said adieu to life: by throwing himself down a flight of stairs. millennial, generation y, huh?! also called the: bearable heaviness of non-being... say: survivors of auschwitz, and apart from Kundera, i'm fudged into this stealth-culprit hangover... and when i speak the native tongue i use double emphasis... everything suddenly becomes italic... gówno... or **** teutonic: gavron, ja, ich habbe schtabbe ga ga, magpie on a licky-sticky schtaisse: vroom bog-tie boom boom... everntually language is just that: magnifique sounds, mein herr, be that a cello i hear? nada... mindlessly i too feigned a farting brigadier, farting into a brass horn: worth a gingerbread / pumpernickle marching rhythm. yes, double emphasis in the native... kosz (koš)... bin... trza błagać... błagać! o śmierć... beg for death... but hetman cossak said smerc... and it sounded altogether better. a household argument, after prawn-pasta was cooked throughout an afternoon of general bewilderment: a heap of pebbles makes more sense than the Orion constelation... given the mathematical approach to the situation, and subsequent mapping... because they really did drop a bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki... and that's why 21st creativity is trapped in a hamster's routine... karaoke is standard... this insissting plagiaristic zeitgeist! so i said: you really think you conquered yapan? jesus, je suis, zeus, yesus, jamaican jah jah *** buck... rasta root mon, rasta root. battered and bruised... someohow this whole dating scene passed me by... and what happened to me aged 21... is strangely becoming the norm of giving the circumstance: i can't remember being of any age, particular. the quicker argument would coincide with: give me a machinegun, and march me into a Latvian forest... because, right now, it's a scenario of being coerced into donning a leash or more like a leech, and an afternoon spent pulverised by a pneumatic tsunami of adverts... calling it a job done, with a siberian brew: cow juice in tea... liquid werther's original.

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i miss the sunrises in the morning and the stars at night i miss the weather there and the sights i miss the ***** Caleb would always collect the hammock we played on and all that i miss the sand in my toes and the rolls of the shore i miss the company i had dolphin octopus stingray lobster shark turtle whale they're like family now, that's a fact i miss singing in the afternoon that continued along at night some sing-along we did praising God, with all our might i miss the laughters we shared over small talk conversations and the random jokes we made during sessions i miss our late night girl talks! though some of us cried it was a blessing im sure thats something i can't lie i miss the prayers with Ms Teo and Mdm Lily the support of our lives the officers who are oh so lovely i miss the way we would walk just to get water i miss even that, because the little things matter i miss all that but one thing i know now is that we grew stronger the bond we have i will not trade for another maybe one day it'll come by again til our hearts content by our sides singing along to Yesus Kekasih Jiwaku i'll see you again next time til then, heres my temporary goodbye.

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Jul 18, 2019

Jul 18, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC

trshltna

post camp depression

i miss the sunrises in the morning and the stars at night i miss the weather there and the sights i miss the ***** Caleb would always collect the hammock we played on and all that i miss the sand in my toes and the rolls of the shore i miss the company i had dolphin octopus stingray lobster shark turtle whale they're like family now, that's a fact i miss singing in the afternoon that continued along at night some sing-along we did praising God, with all our might i miss the laughters we shared over small talk conversations and the random jokes we made during sessions i miss our late night girl talks! though some of us cried it was a blessing im sure thats something i can't lie i miss the prayers with Ms Teo and Mdm Lily the support of our lives the officers who are oh so lovely i miss the way we would walk just to get water i miss even that, because the little things matter i miss all that but one thing i know now is that we grew stronger the bond we have i will not trade for another maybe one day it'll come by again til our hearts content by our sides singing along to Yesus Kekasih Jiwaku i'll see you again next time til then, heres my temporary goodbye.

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