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sirricky

Demonstration of Power


You followed what you have been taught,
With faith aimed at your way of life;
For the love in what you have sought,
Patience through endurance of strife.

As well as the persecutions,
That happen with the suffering;
Able to find the solutions,
While Christ becomes your buffering.

The persecutions I endured,
Because the Lord has rescued me;
Of the temptations that have lured,
He opened my eyes as to see.

All who want to live godly lives,
Will be persecuted for Christ;
Because Satan ego survives,
When the desires are enticed.

Charlatans and evil people,
Will be going from bad to worse;
For nonbelief in the Gospel,
Shrouded in a darkened curse.

Imposters just love to deceive,
Deceiving and being deceived;
Because of evil they perceive,
As their goodness that they believed.

You must continue in the things,
As taught and confident about;
Because of the blessings it brings,
And erases all of your doubt.

You know of those who had taught you,
Learning what you firmly believe;
For you know what is taught is true,
That is helping you to achieve.

You have known how from infancy,
Since childhood of the Scriptures;
That insight has a tendency,
As knowledge and wisdom matures.

That is wisdom for salvation,
Having your faith in Jesus Christ;
Righteousness for a foundation,
For pleasures being sacrificed.

The one dedicated to God,
May be capable and complete;
To praise as you honor and laud,
Giving evilness a defeat.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer


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allseasonsverse

All For Naught


All for Naught

Winds ride the waves of brime, uniquely folds the
Hands of time.
Vikings sale in tempest mist, and sea bound quest
Will bend and twist.

Shield Maidens relentless roar the ship grows close
To approaching shore, angry seas protest their
Sail, their faces grow weak and pail.

Relentless winds wax and wanes, pulling the shallow breath
From distance gained!
The tattered sails ripped and stained fails the noblest crew
Skilled and trained.

Wreckage beached, in many pieces the shore is reached.
What message has natures anger wrought, lost is not always
Taught, the fractions of vengeful deeds lay broken, a journey
All for naught.



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melissaahowells

Live And Let Live


*

large round bees
finding a cranny
in the crack of our building
soon enough someone will take them down
destroy their borrowed home
its a mistake to be so close to the ground
and be accessible
to the inevitable
humans who are simply other animals
who have 3 pounds* of adjustable parameters
in their heads
but fail to use them when they can
do not see
everything simply wants to
live and let live

one day
everything that constitutes life
will be gone
and returned back to whence we came
recycled back into star dust
its inescapable how
each and every one of us
big brain brutal creatures
and the ones with shorter lives
share so much
in that we all return
to the other side
wherever
that might be
what is truth
what is distraction
don't you owe it to the lesser ones
to generate kindness and mercy
and not the usual infractions

why doesn't the inevitableness of
your own death
make you kinder
why instead is it a reminder
to be cruel
is it because death steals
from all of us
what we value so very much
another day
another sun
another look into the eyes of someone
another possibility
another shot at a dream
life is a kind of sleep
I've heard we awaken
when we die

yet none of us
are in any big hurry to
arrive at this destination
be kind
be kind
be kind

do not destroy
that which has
only a little borrowed time
in which to live.

* footnote: the 3 POUNDS to which I'm referring to
is the exact weight of our brain, of which humans
are reputed to possess greater intellect, yet we
program ourselves badly.

legal copyright for this work/poem
and also for this author/writer/poet
Melissa A Howells and also for this
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE*
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT*A*WORLD
11:35AM PST/April 24, 2018 date/time stamped for copyright

*
It strikes me as odd and ironic how I write
and write and yet there will come a time
when no one will notice me after I am gone
and all that will remain is a bunch of words
(which passed for poetry and pithiness TO ME alone)
and lots of watercolors.and the ragtag significance
which I attached to them will too vanish into dust.

Making meaning while I breathe sustains
me somewhat. Otherwise why would I be doing it?
Why would I be painting so furiously that
I've developed numbness, tingling and occasionally
pain in three outer fingers
in my dominant hand? Is it the knowledge of
my inescapable impermance which I've been
acutely aware of since I was a child?
How fragile everything and every one of us is.

*
Here is an altruism: good times and bad times and ALL times
get over.



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poetry2071

To Prove a Point with GOD and Man


To Prove a Point with GOD and *MAN
when to GOD
we Surrender
and we Trust
with
Loving
sincere
Heartfelt.
PRAYER
our
true
HEART
GOD Knows feels and LOVINGLY
*will*UNDERSTAND

When trying to prove our Point of direction to our
fellow
*MAN
we will feel unraveled
frazzled
dazzled, *when*with our feelings that we are revealing
That*not very well, will *all*others
our deep *true*Heart intentions
They*can*care*to*come to grasp and
*UNDERSTAND

For the more to Our,fellow man
that we try to *EXPLAIN
the more and more and more
they cannot grasp and fully understand US
The same
and with
Misunderstandings hurt
US
the *SAME

When to GOD
Surrenderingly
Trustingly
to
THEE we
Humbly
Lovingly
FAITHFULLY
*PRAY
we shall be BLESSED
GODLY
and
Understandingly
with
All others
in every Loving honest sincere
GODLY
great
LIFE*LIVING and
LOVING
wonderful
BLESSED
beautiful
Miraculous
*WAY

Before talking and discussing anything at all
with thy fellow human Woman child and*MAN

BE*CLEVER* CONCISE*SHARP*on*POINT* EXACT*and *PRECISE

and let them*all *know and
UNDERSTAND*YOU
and every word you openly and aloud say
that first to GOD you PRAY*in, ever circumstance and situation and predicament and decisions and happenings in every
PRAYFULLY, *LOVING *FAITHFULGODLY
WAY
and
Through it all, great and small
with
GOD in Heart mind body and Soul
every wich way so
That with GOD
YOU
*Bravely
*Compassionately
*humbly
*courageously
*Forgivingly
with GODS Love freely
lovingly
Forever and ever
With *GODSLOVE*always*you*PRAY*and*GODSTAND

By John d JUNGERS
24th of APRIL 2018

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kosherviking

A smile or a threat?


A smile or a threat?

I do not understand why we prefer democracy
When the supposed others, could total 49%
Nearly half the voting population?
Democracy only adds to those wishing
To stir the wells of those already discontent,
But gives them no voice, other than that of “opposition”.
Whereas they by their title have to oppose what the Government wants to vote for…
Even if that vote is to the detriment of society.
Surely the great minds alive today could do better?
A system of governance that truly represents every citizen of that society,
Not just those that win a vote with a smile…or a threat?



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alwaysawarrior

STILL MISSING MY DAD AFTER ALL THESE YEARS



Dad and me 1952 snacking on my Cheerios.

Dad and me on the fourth of July 1968, I was
home on a weekend pass from my training base.

In memory of my Dad who I loved and I miss greatly
Especially when April 24th comes around each year
Dad would have been 101 years old if he had lived

But he had been taken from us way to early by Cancer
He had many medical issues that he had bravely faced
But he did everything he could to take care of us

There were more good days than there were bad ones
He had never felt sorry for himself or ask why me
He got up each day determined to be a great dad

Though he couldn't always do the things he wanted
He made sure that we had what we needed in life
And to be sure no kid could have had a better dad

He had lived long enough in this world to be happy
Despite all that he had faced during the Depression
The fact that his mother had died after he was born

He never let the events in his life ever get him down
He stayed more upbeat and positive than anyone I knew
And he was one of the best role models I have ever had

After all those years of taking care of all of us kids
He helped all six of us kids to be the best we could be
And I would have done anything I could to save my dad

But Cancer is a vicious thing that cares not who you are
Or what good you did in your lifetime for those you loved
Just one day before my 42nd birthday Cancer took him away

´ Terry Sasek * Alwaysawarrior * All Rights Reserved

My Dad George Sasek was Born on April 24, 1917 and he died
back on July 30, 1990, he was 73 years old and it has now
been 28 years since we had lost him to Cancer, he was a
great man who was a great father and grandfather and it's
still a fact of life that "I STILL CAN'T SAY GOODBYE".



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heartunes

ROOTS/


I ask God from this desk
To give me my best
Please bring out the Viking Woman in my being
I am tired*weak in body
My mind is running shoddy
Soul is half asleep
Bring the Nordic female from the deep
I need to see
A better way
A stronger force
To take me to love of course
Let it flow through every fractal
The being to the actual
Perfection for a human
Through God's light shines a zillion lumins
Of the vibrations unseen but felt by me
From real life stark reality
That is cruel and unkind
Bring me to the light of the divine
Keep my soul
Feel my kind
Leaving me for his shine
There is no darkness in his perfect love
Let the feeling come down to my mind from above
So I will grow young though old outside
So I will come to be undone of hateful force's ride
That want to run me down
That want me to drown
That don't see the sinner praying to God for mercy
They just want to hurt me
Want gone
The night time poet
Writing the rhymes
As her mind knows it
Somehow some way all day and night
She's sinner knows her God is all light
Who will give his will for this one's face
Will give his love and his grace
Praises to be God is with me
Right here very near

Something I cannot see but feel
When I let go and God's will
Moves my old body to Viking role
Take this ugly worn out soul
From the darkness to the light
You child her God is not alright
As life will get harder along the way
It's the baby boomer way
The hippie dancing out of her mindful
Thinks she sends prayers to God through dance
To see the Glory of his Earth is a every moment
Chance to see how great pure love can be
Feel the strength of it flowing through me
With closed eyes I understand
That I shall be a slave of man
Being a woman will always be
Someone who is number three
Made from only one rib of the first creation
Here with motherly ways to be the completion
What was needed
What was asked for
Multiplication until I came to soar
In a time of 1959's good life
Where females were wives and moms mostly
Somewhat protected from the harsh reality
Outside of husband children and their living
Not much competition needed to be living
The almighty dollar then strong
People got along
The Golden Rule was most prevalent
Could walk the pavement
Proud of our enslavement
Because a slave to God brings the love you give away
God in my soul from those 1959's days
Way up here to 2017
I've lived for love
In many scenes
The characters upon the stage I laid

Play the main part freely
Was never paid
Now play the Viking woman bring it here today
Fill this entity with God's power just a smidgen in me
Let his love course through my being
Reality is seeing
The feeling in truth
As it is underground
Knowing they hate you
But there are rights around
Being a poet old disabled poor
Who prays to God constantly to his opening another door
If I just knock
I can come in
To pray for a stronger character in this play of him
Where as always he's all to me
My father in heaven I am blessed to be
A child of yours
Who can take hers
Her life at anytime
Instead his will sublime
Encases this old girl's total life
Says she's alright
To tell others of his Grace
To put his perfect love in soul to face
The grief of all the human beings who believe there is more
Than what can be seen or heard or touched or tasted beyond the door
That asks you to knock
Be let in
Because of God's grace I am only here my friend
A history
Roots of the cold world up north my stead
I see the snow and furs and ice crystals form in my head
A place to go instead imagination
The poet who asks for God's blessing constantly
To move her cynical attitude to acceptance
To have faith among the decadence

To use my first amendment rights to bring these prayers
To other eyes that read my poetry out there
God Bless you too
It means I have a love for you
To tell my hidden voice inside of me
With fingers fast take it from infinity to one
A soul like yours to be undone
Infusing with your mind
Was mine
Sending more praise to my divine
In small graces humans can compare
To God being the master
While I am a loyal dog down here
Just wanting attention food water and bed
To be able to do the thoughts of work that lie here unfed
So God hear my pleas for strength to live today
I love you Father God
In you there will always be a way
To go on
Singing your song
Shout it from down here
To the up above
God is love
God is love
God is love.

12/14/2017 2010 cj



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dreamweaver

FAITH AND LOGIC




Please, visit the site for the poem. Text on Picture is not visible here.

NOTE: A Hypothetical Poem.
All of us have this battle between faith and logic going on inside us regardless of the topic. A hypothetical poem about that.



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