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Garden Time
Come help us as we beautify the area through gardening.
We will begin meeting on sunday morning to prepare
to take over the plots of land.
We are taking our 40 acres
ONE LOT AT AT TIME
Created by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5, 2009 at 5:22pm. Last updated by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5.
Tree of life study group
Join us every wed. from 7-9pm as we explore Ancient Wisdom using the book "African Openings to the Tree of Life"
Created by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5, 2009 at 5:18pm. Last updated by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5.
Search for Monologues and Short Stories
We are looking for monologues and short stories to produce and perform at New Harvest Cafe'.
Created by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5, 2009 at 5:01pm. Last updated by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5.
Poetic Moment
Every wednesday night from 9:30pm-12:30am. We will unleash the power of the moment through our Artistic expressions. All are welcomed. $2 for PERFORMERS, $3 for everyone else
Created by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5, 2009 at 5:08pm. Last updated by HA2TIM GYE-NYAME Mar 5.
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Created by Devin Dec 18, 2008 at 8:41am. Last updated by Devin Dec. 18, 2008.
Rhyme With No Reason by Curly X
Bullets piercing the bodies of my people,
I thought the constitution said we are all equal.
Puppets in this world voicing our sad stories,
Eyeballs filled with sanction killings by police sissies.
When will the shooting stop from the hired guns,
Good men die while marksmen freely run.
Mothers hanging on to the last breath of there child,
Minutes go by and she grows more, wild.
Murders are banging Her heart to death,
Riots seem old, it outgrows the poor, and defiles.
Bigots were crushed by the hands of peaceful men,
Cries didn’t come from guns, but from there mouth and pen.
Lead an army of soldiers with guns and rocks, and we will be crushed,
Because violence begets violence, when we are rushed.
Heal our broken hearts with sage and gospel song,
The real ordeal is to fix the pain of wrong.
Forgive and forget, seems to far fetch,
But I promise, you,
Brother Killing Brother, Sister Killing Sister,
Others shooting others to enact revenge,
Its like rhyme with no reason, it doesn’t end.
Suicidal Thoughts
and it saved my life
I saw the dew on the grass change to frost
and it saved my life
its funny how things we just overlook
because we think they should be
can sometimes be the lifeline that
pulls us from the edge of insanity
i saw the rain fall and heard the tunder roar
and it saved my life
i felt the warmth of my blanket on a cold winters night
and it saved my life
don't take for granted those small things in
life
which may become when all seems lost
your guiding beacons of light.
Elder Isaid
Looking for Playwrights
With new scripts to be read
Every Wed in February @ 7:00 PM
@ 1675 Arlington Ave
Columbus, Ohio 43211
(1 blk N. of Myrtle and Cleve)
Contact 1 614 447 8810
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Poem: The Dark Heretic
was the dark heretic,
a master of the natural world
and our father of modern physics.
In defiance of the Church
stood Sir Isaac Newton alone,
cloistered in his office, clinging…
To personal beliefs, of his own.
Interest in “The End Times”
was his lifelong, secret mission -
His papers were intentionally hidden,
from recognizing the gravity of his situation.
In the study of Divine Prophesy,
Newton poured incessantly over The Word,
convinced that his Doomsday calculatio… Continue
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 22, 2009 at 1:38pm
Poem: When Will You Come?
When will You come?
Will I be found, before my earthly life is done?
Will I experience Your Resurrection Power
and observe how sin You have conquered & devoured?
It’s a win-win scenario, for me, in any case –
As I long to see Your radiance, revealed at Heaven’s pace.
To enter Your gates with humble willingness
is real, knowing that I’m clothed by Your Righteousness.
When will You come?
Will I be found, before Death has finally succumbed?
Although Your timetable has not bee… Continue
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 18, 2009 at 10:18am
Poem: Outside the Windy City
lives the Lady Finnegan -
Carol dearly loves the Lord Jehovah
and is a part of His earthly plan.
Her heart has been pierced
by God's Holy Spirit;
for she placed her life before Him
and has chosen to submit.
Her adoration for the King
has burst forth with heart's joy,
from reading her great nephew's literature
within the borders of Illinois.
Now she's become God's messenger
via her gifts of Joe's Christian poetry -
For the fragrance of God's Love
envelopes her with scrip… Continue
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 2, 2009 at 12:33am
Behind the Poem: Game Theory
Back in February of 2007, I found a poetry contest - its challenge wa… Continue
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 2, 2009 at 12:33am
Behind the Poem: Spiritual Irony
If I were relegated to a single television channel, it would be the "History Channel". It's am… Continue
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 21, 2009 at 4:04pm
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