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THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
welcome you to the domain of
THE ARTISTS AND THE POETS OF THE WORLD.
The collection of original poems in this portal hopefully
ENDURES TIME AND TRANSCENDS CULTURES.
Let our poets entertain and elevate you to their ethereal plane
where their creative minds had crystallized into a poetry
that we are now sharing to one and all.
The talent of our poets is a manifestation to
THE BALANCE IN THE CREATIONS OF THE L O R D ALMIGHTY
where others cause chaos to
HUMANITY,
our poets dream and write of
RHYME AND HARMONY.

ENGR. NAPOLEON ARUEJO RAMIREZ
PHILIPPINES/USA
WWW.FAANTX.ORG


GREETING


THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
Windows of Humanity

FOUNDED: July 19, 2006; USA
In The Year of The LORD


" The LORD is my shepherd."

An Arrow To The Sky...

An Arrow To The Sky...

I shot an arrow to the sky
and asked GOD where it will be...
When in the clouds, it went nowhere for me to see.
Somewhere it ascend, as high as it can be.
It flew so high, in a distance,
millions and millions of miles away from me.
My eyes no more can see!
Yet my heart seems to know, where it will be...
As I ask GOD to bring it where it should be.

copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari,
THE FOUNDER
The City of Seven Lakes

The Land of Heroes


LEAVES OF A HEART



THE HEART is a symbol of DIVINE LOVE.
THE FLOWER is a symbol of NATURE'S BEAUTY.
Having arrived here at
THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
you will now experience, in written word,
a high expression of that
LOVE AND BEAUTY
through the voice of the Poet. Though the flowers in a garden be diverse,
their fragrances blend in a pleasing and soothing elixir of contentment and bliss.
THE FLOWERS SING AS ONE VOICE OF LOVE AND BEAUTY.
Their purpose is but to provide fragrance and vision for your blessing and enjoyment,
to bring serenity and prompt your further meditations of
LIFE AND LOVE.
If one were to envision
A Large Vase Into Which Were Placed Many Of These Flowers
and then to envision that vase sitting in the middle of
A LARGE FAMILY TABLE
around which we all were seated-and then if we were to gaze upon that
LOVELY BOUQUET
we would find that it could be seen only from our own, limited vantage points.
We would not see the other side or the other angles--only our own.
In time, we would begin to gain a sense of assurance
and comfort from our individual viewpoints, our perspectives.
And further, if we were to always return to that same chair--
our particular view would begin to resonate most strongly as our experience of
LOVE AND BEAUTY,
perhaps even a sense of rightness would develop.
Perhaps because of our familiarity, tradition and
accustoming to our sole vantage point, we may deem other paradigms as unreal,
fantastical-and even, perhaps, make-believe, unrealistic or ‘wrong.'
But we are in community here, gathered around
this family table awaiting our
HOST'S NOURISHMENT.
And now the Host enters and announces that before partaking of
THE FEAST
we will play a round of musical chairs. Here at this table,
in this game there is only one change in the traditional rules.
No chair--no viewpoint--will be taken away. All are welcome.
In fact, more chairs may be added--all paradigms are welcome here.
There will always be room for more.
You are hesitant to play this game... Change seats? What? Change my vantage point?
Well, it is the Host's table at which I sit. You acquiesce and rise to take a new seat.
You make yourself comfortable and raise your eyes to look out at the others.
There, in amazement you behold, instead,
THE BOUQUET!
Ah! you exclaim in utter wonderment. The bouquet! Why, it is different now!
So beautiful! Look at those lovely flowers!
SEE HOW EXQUISITE THEIR PETALS?
Everyone at the table is expressing the same delight at
THE NEW BANQUET.
THE HOST asks for a moment of silence before THE FEAST
is served. Everyone becomes silent. There is a sacredness in the air.
There is a sense of gratitude abounding here at this
HOLY TABLE,
appreciation and understanding before unknown and unexperienced.
For is not this the very same bouquet which sits before us all?
Does it not smell just as fragrant from here as from there?
Are we not but now seeing it anew through an expanded awakening of consciousness?
IS THE HOST OF LOVE AND BEAUTY NOT ONE AND THE SAME ESSENCE?
Is it not our Host's Bouquet upon which we are all fixated and being edified?
Come! See and enjoy the words of the Poets
who desire to share their feast of understandings at this gathering of
THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
It is our hope that our words and expressions may awaken you to new insight,
new fragrances, new textures, new concepts of
DIVINE LOVE and NATURE'S BEAUTY.
We welcome you to stroll at your leisure through
OUR FLOWER GARDEN.

Rebecca "Saijin" S. Jack
THE HONORARY ASSISTANT EXEC. VP
THE INT. EXEC. PUBLIC RELATION OFFICER
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*

THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
Windows of Humanity
LOVE

WWW.TELLINGTOUCH.COM



The Parable of 'Master' and Horse

The Parable of 'Master' and Horse

When headed straight for home,
No matter how far away he did roam,
A horse knows right where he's going.
He races back - his mane flowing.

Once headed where he belongs,
Home - that place for which he longs,
He jumps every obstacle in the way,
Whether morning, noon, or end of day.

His master awaits, knowing he'll be back...
No matter that he strayed far off the track.
His master rewards with his very best:
Home...all he needs, plus peace and rest.

Men have no 'blinders' as horses do.
Men shun the old and seek the new.
With fields wide open to explore,
Finding empty cisterns, men search for more.

Horses seem to have more 'sense' than men.
Men long to 'graze' in greener pastures, and then,
Stray far off the straight, narrow path
Finding out later: The best, only GOD Hath.

Horses race home all the way,
After they've bolted and gone astray.
That is 'horse' sense - which most men lack.
Men need GOD to lead them back!

If you've been lost, wandering out in the dark,
GOD loves you more than those critters from the ark!
Remember this 'Parable of 'Master' and Horse
Race 'Home'
He is waiting at the end of your winding course.

When you know Christ - have been 'Born Anew'
The Creator, Savior, Redeemer... is expecting you.
You're one of His sheep, He rewards with His best:
'Home'...all you need, plus peace and rest!

copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney, USA
THE HONORARY SPIRITUAL ADVISER
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*




THE CREATOR SPEAKS
a painting by
Painter, Poet

THE THINKER
a painting by
Painter, Poet
Sir W. Henry Eccleston
THE HONORARY EXECUTIVE PRESIDENT
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*
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MORTALS MANSION

MORTALS MANSION

Descended-standing, encased in my mansion walls
The day, I, Soul's great fall-Stranger I've become
Not being able to travel to and from
Niether the inner nor outer universe
That's the day, I, soul-chained to become mortal man

Nothing seems to be the same of former time
When I knew no bounds or ends
Omnipresence, Omniscience and omnipotence - my will
Gone were the Is'ness days
Truth and Love to give were my forte

Now, I move about encased in human shell
With five senses to co-ordinate
I learn to manipulate this course matter world
Having so much to do in time-
Gaining earthly knowledge and wealth
A wonderer I've become these days
Tainted with five passion seeds
Of:vanity, anger, lust, attachment and greed
Trying to regain blessings in isolation
Drink in loneliness, joy through human understanding.

This tainted role, I began to play:
Manipulating, hoarding
My fellow beings, creatures, minerals and plant life too!
Ranting, raving and causing destruction
Creating - deceptive delusion in my path

At the closing end of days - when all works are done
Old and feeble I've become
Gazing through the windows of my mansion walls,
At my exploitation stacks - of all earthly hoarded wealth
The five passions have helped me gain.

I realized, I can't exchange them then - neither
for Truth nor Love
Not one earthly thing have I, to show Off the kindness I've done
Wretched man that I've become - having to do it all over again,
I'd thirst this time for Love.

copyright@Sir W. Henry Eccleston
JAMAICA/USA

Who Would I Be?
Poem by Rebecca " Saijin" S. Jack


The Face of The Supreme Unknown
Poem by Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari



ONE UNIVERSAL FAITH



As Dawn Brushes Darkness Away

Ever so gently Dawn comes to greet Darkness,
touching, teasing, caressing,
blushing with delicate shades of color.
Then with rushing speed, she brushes him away.
Dawn secretively allows form and shape to be seen.
Bold silhouettes stand tall. Others float upon the sea.
Ocean waves applaud the action.
Glorious sun prepares to rise above it all.

Bright rays burst through openings in the clouds,
dance in streams above the horizon,
reflect upon waves moving toward shore.

A new day breaks upon the scene.

Victorious light has ushered in the morn.
Hush and color of newness afford breath taking drama
Quiet calm and beauty bring confidence and joy.
Reality of the creative, redemptive God, offers peace.

copyright@Mary Joyce Boehm Athey, 2004,USA
Published in Best Poems and Poets, 2004
THE INTERNATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETRY



VESSELS

VESSELS

Vessels with many shapes, sizes, colors, uses,
designed to be open, beautiful, strong;
formed and molded carefully for receiving and giving;
gifted by the maker
with varied qualities for special purposes;
precious, unique, breakable, reparable,
made new again
only by the maker’s hand.
Celebrate each day with Messianic confidence,
as one being molded by the hand of God.
copyright@ Mary Joyce Boehm Athey, 1996
THE HONORARY EXECUTIVE VP
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*


Everlasting Faith

Everlasting Faith

Hello...my Father
Who makes me smile,
For I am Your son and golden child.
I ask to serve Thee
In a diligent way!
These thoughts I have everyday.
Oh, give me a mission I pray...
So I can give
YOU
Glory everyday!
I love to work according to
Your Will.
My faith is strong and my heart is true.
Oh, Heavenly Master!
These words I say...
Cling to my spirit as I pray:
For it is for
YOU
I live everyday in my...
Everlasting Faith.
copyright@Hodges Dwayne Taylor
THE HONORARY ASST. TO SENIOR EXEC. VP
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*





I Asked God...

I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties.
To make me strong, so I may help the poor.
I asked for wisdom and God
gave me problems to solve.
To give me knowledge, so I may teach the poor.
I asked for prosperity and God
gave me brain and brawn.
To achieve wealth, so I may feed the poor.
I asked for courage and God
gave me danger to overcome and a will to fight ,
so I may bring justice to the poor.
I asked for love and God
gave me trouble and sadness,
so that I may give comfort to the poor.
I asked for favours and God
gave me opportunities, so I may succced in life!
So I may serve the poor.
I pray for all these things and God
gave me everything I need!
To help the poor...

copyright@Gilbert Malares Agbulos
THE INTERNATIONAL EXECUTIVE EDITOR
World Poetry Library, Art and Literature
THE HONORARY SENIOR EXEC. VP
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*


As A Day Silhouttes



The Great I Am
Poem By Painter, Poet
Mary Joyce Boehm Athey

ALPHA and OMEGA
A Painting By Mary Joyce Boehm Athey


MORTALS MANSION
Poem By Painter, Poet
Sir W. Henry Eccleston

THE CREATOR SPEAKS
Painting By Painter, Poet
Sir W. Henry Eccleston
WWW.IARTIGALLERY.COM

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THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
Windows of Humanity

LOVE
UNITY  : ONE FAITH  : PEACE
SALVATION


WELCOME

Welcome To The World Of
THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS.
The home of
G O D'S CHILDREN,
sharing their
G O D-GIVEN TALENTS;
expounding on the virtues of
G O D'S LOVE,
and caring as well,
as expression of human desires and
LOVE FOR ALL CREATIONS.
This is the portal to the soul of the poets
whose conjecture of simple things
are actually exponents of their mind,
exploring, multiplying, then exploding into
myriads of consciousness.
A poet alone translates the ethereal
into words of wisdom, trains of thoughts
into vivid microcosms of
MAN and WOMAN
traversing
THE EARTH:
The neglected and the unseen objects into
THE BEAUTIFUL and THE SUBLIME.
Indeed, welcome, open up your minds and hearts to
THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD,
to celebrate your beautiful creations
IN HONOR OF HIS NAME,
for HE has blessed all of you
with talent of wit and rhyme.

Engr. Napoleon Aruejo Ramirez
THE HONORARY ADVISER
*THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS*



HOPE

I will follow,
YOU...
Upon The Great Task of Life.
Across the oceans of blue to,
The rivers of bitter hue.
I will follow,
YOU...
wherever,
YOU,
May go, because I know, I will hear:
The flutes whistle with the strum of guitars.
Heralding,
The Birth of A New Life.
A life that is filled with,
" YOU."

copyright@Zenaida J. Irinco-Ip
July 19, 2006; In The Year of The LORD
PHILIPPINES/CANADA