Poem Details | by
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories:
love,
Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
Little dove gives her a letter
God has written “you’re go-getter"
And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
"Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen
Dovelets dance around Linda
And Maramba and Bellinda
With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen
Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014
AFFIRMATION
WE ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.ALL ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.PRAYER HAS CONCENTRATED POWERTHE PRAYER WILL MAKE LINDA OKAY.WE ALL LOVE LINDA LINDA IS LOVEMAY GOD GIVE HER INNER PEACESANTIH SANTIH SANTIH
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Poem Details | by
Owen Yeates |
Categories:
death, life, prayer, angel,
Last night as I lay in my bed
An angel appeared and said
Your life will soon end
I am sent as a friend
To a new kingdom soon you will be led
Say goodbye to all those you hold dear
Tell all they must not shed a tear
For your passing will be
Liberating and free
With my lead you will not have fear
In life you have suffered too much
Soon you will walk without need of a crutch
In the kingdom to come
You won’t limp you will run
With the help of the lords gentle touch
So I wait for the day to draw nigh
Though I know lots of people will cry
With happiness in my heart
I will gladly depart
Heavens waiting there for me to try
The angel at last has drawn near
He offers a new life so clear
With a silent prayer
I climb the golden stair
Halleluiah the angels all cheer
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Poem Details | by
Marrissa Kamckey- Harms |
Categories:
funny, happiness, life, prayer,
Every time I take a step,
I end up falling down.
Legs flying throw the air,
Making me look like a clown.
Though if I jump up in the sky,
Holding a simple prayer in my mind.
I fly....
Only to land on my behind!:-)
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Poem Details | by
Mary Duhart |
Categories:
life, sisterprayer,
Through The Eyes of A Twin
(Faux Limerick)
Sometimes I wonder is it just me
Visions in my head that I can see
Fear grips at me so strong
I thought boy this is wrong
Rebuking Satan told him to flee
I went to the windows looked outside
Then moved from room to room with great stride
Oh girl you need to quit
Was I having a fit
I began to pray fear didn’t subside
In my mind I was seeing this attack
Just stood still didn’t know how to react
Lord where did that come from
Why did I see this harm
Was I having an awful flashback
Continued to pray and shook my head
May be it was something I had read
These thoughts I did not need
They just could not proceed
An attack I would certainly dread
A week later on I got this call
My twin began to explain it all
The vision did occur
What I saw was a blur
As she spoke all I could do was ball
Over the miles I had heard her scream
The attack was broken in midstream
Through my eyes I could see
The Lord had heard my plea
Now I see it was not a daydream
When Spirit lead we must intercede
For there just may be an urgent need
We must stand in the gap
Stop Satan in his trap
The Lord will answer our prayer indeed
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Poem Details | by
Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories:
humorous, innocence,
I am going to marry the postman
As soon as his wife runs away.
It might be tomorrow
What bliss and what horror.
But it certainly won't be today
I think I shall keep my own name
Despite what the postman might say.
For I've got so used to this
My history's suffused with it.
Post me a prayer for today
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Poem Details | by
Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
god, inspiration, philosophy,
I gaze at the approaching thunderstorm
and inhale the earthly scent of rainstorm
Her tears
as spears
is like a million blows on human fears
I ponder awhile beneath the lit-up sky
then words start rolling & a prayer is sent up high
I wish for peace
for all fighting to cease
and then the sky beckons with shades of cerise
I loose the heart and soul on mankind
it's easy to lose faith without God's sign
When lost
we toss
the beauty of his creation for lust and greed
Then I witness the miracles of life stories
coincidences that appear and save lives
His wisdom
for our kingdom
is unfathomable for our limited visions
If only we can soar with his visions
Like an eagle on a wind's rhythm!
A mirror response to Mystic Rose's poem below:
I watch the splendor of a shooting star
and breathe the beauty of a hum-guitar
Her light
in flight
is like a million lanterns on a cooling night
I dream awhile beneath the tarp of heaven
then close my eyes & slowly count to seven
I wish in true
for souls renew
and soon I’m covered in night’s dew
I loose the mind and pry his realm
it`s an expedience of God’s mystic dream
When free
I see
the beauty of his creation for all eternity
I watch the splendor of a bird in flight
and breathe the beauty of a blessed night
His wings
they sing
to me of freedom, and all a night can bring;
If only we can learn to sing
Like a Cardinal on a string!
Written by: Mystic Rose
June 24, 2015
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Poem Details | by
Brian Strand |
Categories:
history, people, poetry,
There once lived a friar,Thomas of Aquino
in latin,did his poetry flow
In a prayer anapestic
this form was to tick
until Lear gave AABBA ,a go
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Poem Details | by
lim'rik flats |
Categories:
humor, men, relationship,
All our wives agreed, "It's a manly thing to do,"
"Start yourselves a man-group, for the good of you,"
Find your feelings! (???)
Our heads were reeling!
An unmitigated crock of poo!
But being manly-men we faced our fate,
(Or maybe — not to lose our dinner plate?)
To keep the peace
(Elusive golden fleece!)
We commenced to congregate.
We held our first meeting at a quarter-of
Bravely resolved to take off the glove
We'd dig deep,
Maybe weep!
(At least when push came to shove.)
Pretty soon the gals said, "How's it goin?"
We said, "Fine, but it's not for your knowin"
A quote from the book
by one Doctor Crook:
"Confidentiality's needed for growin."
Weeks went by, we were flying high,
Gettin' real good at "how to sigh,"
but son-of-a-glitch
we just could not hitch
our eyeballs to "here's how to cry."
The pressure was on, we hollered, "OH LORDY!"
"We're manly-men, but this cryin' ain't sporty!"
The girls were pryin'
(Tired of our sighin')
It was time for some WD-40!
Miracle-in-a-can, known to all men
The answer to prayer since way back when
Watta ya say?
A tiny spray
And our wives were happy again!
So men if you need absolution,
(though it requires a bit of pollution)
WD in the eye,
Makes a realistic cry,
There just ain't no better solution!
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Surely Sang A Song
We wanted to know what was wrong,
About wearing a barbed wire thong;
Not too swell;
So she did yell;
Should have heard her sing a song
Jim Horn
James 5 New International Version (NIV)
Warning to Rich Oppressors
5 Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you2 Your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes3 Your gold and silver are corrodedTheir corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fireYou have hoarded wealth in the last days4 Look! The wages you failed to pay the workers who mowed your fields are crying out against youThe cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty5 You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgenceYou have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter.[a] 6 You have condemned and murdered the innocent one, who was not opposing you.
Patience in Suffering
7 Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains8 You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near 9 Don’t grumble against one another, brothers and sisters, or you will be judgedThe Judge is standing at the door!
10 Brothers and sisters, as an example of patience in the face of suffering, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord 11As you know, we count as blessed those who have persevered You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought aboutThe Lord is full of compassion and mercy.
12Above all, my brothers and sisters, do not swear—not by heaven or by earth or by anything elseSay a simple “Yes” or “No.” Otherwise you will be condemned.
The Prayer of Faith
13Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them prayIs anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise14 Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord15 And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them upIf they have sinned, they will be forgiven16 Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healedThe prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.
17 Elijah was a human being, even as we areHe prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the land for three and a half years 18Again he prayed, and the heavens gave rain, and the earth produced its crops.
19 My brothers and sisters, if one of you should wander from the truth and someone should bring that person back, 20 remember this: Whoever turns a sinner from the error of their way will save them from death and cover over a multitude of sins.
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Poem Details | by
Carol Connell |
Categories:
bible, fish, god, humor,
Fish fumes did poor Jonah inhale
as he sat in the gut of a whale.
Not fond of his plight,
he decided ‘twas right
to send up to God a knee-mail.
Ol’ Jonah had no need to worry.
God answered his prayer in a hurry.
That whale did vomit.
Out flew Jonah like comet,
and he looked like a seafood McFlurry.
7/13/17
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
My Many Obnoxious Poems
How you write and prepare your poems is based on your
favorite poems you end up imitationIn my case, they are
Will Rogers whose statue you see in the Capital Building
especially on TV and Robert Frost and Ogden NashSo
think about that fact when you are reading my from out
of the blue poems with no reflection to Duke, sky blue
waters of Minnesota or Carolina Blue along with deep
blue seas and blue and grayRed, white and blew is
my favorite subjectYou can start reading any time
that you want toTis what I came up with after
listening to another day of MSNBCOh say can you
see NBC.
Trump and His Spit
Into his own spit, Trump did take a deep dip,
Off more of his orange hair he had them clip;
Improve his look,
Vitamins he took;
With our joy, in middle of sea should jump ship.
Picture of Trump
Trump a picture apparently did paint,
Of him looking like a splendid saint;
Tainted could tell,
By the bad smell;
We all have known he really ain't.
Trump Winning Game
When Trump will want to win each game,
At Hillary he always will have to take aim;
We are delighted,
Is short-sighted;
He does give Democrats all of the blame.
We found that each time that Trump gambles,
Country ended up in complete state of shambles;
Use of verb,
Does disturb;
Instead of prayer at tables said his preambles..
Jim Horn
PSJust thinkWhen I have written 5,280
poems I will have written a mile of poems.
Am getting close.
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Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
native american, snow, weather,
Spare a prayer for my fair Lady Spouse
Her last sigh was as shy as a mouse
She died in the snow
A moment ago
Frozen numb coming from the outhouse*
*Many Native Americans live in homes without electricity, plumbing, or heating, and Trump's shutdown of the BIA ( "Bossing Indians Around") prevented the sale of permits which allow Native Americans to collect firewood on their own land
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Poem Details | by
Jerry Dinzes |
Categories:
blessing, corruption, desire, faith,
She built him a temple for one.
She offered monogamous fun,
“If you’ll but kneel,
You’ll cop a feel!”
To worship, head first he did run.
But when the prayer was said and done,
He turned and smiled at a nun
“If you’ll unveil,
It’s you I’ll hail!”
From her habit, quickly she spun.
Shouting polytheistic praise,
He felt the holy spirits raise.
The one he spurned,
Her temple burned.
As monotheism set ablaze.
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Often Taught and Taught
From things tempting often fought and fought;
Then a thought from my mother I was taught;
In prayer do suppose,
Poem should compose;
God Father and His Son sure must be sought.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Episcopalian
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
PSShould title be fought or thought
or taught or sought?
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
A Long Limerick Planned for Poems
This is my 6,466th poemShooting for 6.666
for some strange reason and time and season
and only teasing.
It sure seems much easier to put
all of my poems into one poem.
Put God and Priest First
Please put God and priest first,
Then are sure to satisfy thirst;
Further read;
By priest led;
A great sermon he dispersed.
Jim Horn
For God and Priest Have An Appetite
For God and priest we have an appetite;
Love hearing their sermons day and night;
For us nerds,
Have great words;
Saved us from sin to our delight.
Jim Horn
To God and Priest Were Humming
To God and priest have been humming;
Do you remember us and our drumming;
Noise making;
Cookies baking
Then started singing Jesus is coming.
Jim Horn
With God and priest we will often rest;
Restaurant of theirs is always the best;
Readily available,
Wonderful table;
Their food seems so easy to digest.
God and Priest Do Remove All Doubt
God and Priest do remove all doubt;
And they will help us work things out;
Never bitter,
Or a quitter;
Some say they both like sauerkraut.
Jim Horn
Could Be Priest Or a Clerk
God could make you priest or a clerk;
Might like woodwork or be a soda jerk;
Gave elixir,
To a fixer;
Up whole congregation they can perk.
Jim Horn
Jesus's Picture In a Frame
Remembered when Christmas came,
And nothing ever would be the same;
Gifts galore;
More and more;
One was Jesus's picture in a frame.
Jim Horn
Much power priest did expound in prayer;
With his great singing voice everywhere;
Where we sit,
Is articulate;;
About our sins and safety seems to care.
Jim Horn
Priest and Cup with Much Suction
With cup Priest had caused much suction;
Gave out prayer books in mass production;
Laugh we heard,
From each word;
He did use each parishioner as a deduction.
Jim Horn
Christmas Present for God
Christmas present for God and priest prepared;
And for some reason we had seemed so scared;
Never par;
See scar;
Up against Trump and the devil we were paired.
Jim Horn
Terrible Hand Dealt
By Trump a terrible hand we had been dealt,
And was something suspicious that we smelt
Smooth not seem;
Never did redeem;
It did not appear like he is ever very svelte.
Jim Horn
Priest Who Was Polarized
We prepared to meet priest who is polarized;
Heard sermon and then had quickly realized,
Sides are two,
That we knew;
Not surprised when devil he deeply despised.
Jim Horn
Life Around God and Priest Revolved
May be what you want God had resolved;
When you make sure that He is involved;
More specific;
Seems terrific;
Life around him and priest has revolved.
Jim Horn
Maxine Waters Does Crazy Drive
Maxine Waters does crazy Trump totally drive;
So difficult for him to survive and remain alive;
Jokes crack;
Strip her back;
Apparently is incredible when he will connive.
Jim Horn
God and His Show
There never is any end to God's show,
And Him we surely should get to know;
Priest thing;
Poems bring;
For Him and new priest party will throw.
Jim Horn
Perturbed Trump A Pecker Wrecker
Trump Did Become a Detector
Trump knew a person whose name is Pecker,
Who did seem disturbed becoming a detector;
Lets pretend
Message send;
What we really will need is a Pecker wrecker.
Jim Horn
God Told Us from Beginning
What God had told us from the beginning,
A great new priest over we were winning;
Did determine
Wonderful sermon;
Knew every way to save us from sinning.
Jim Horn
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
No Explanation Only Sensation
God in prayer will always start nearing,
And maybe Him may never be hearing;
No explanation;
Only sensation;
Always with me and not disappearing
Jim Horn
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Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
peace,
This world seems to have strummed the wrong chord
So I offered a prayer to the Lord
Will wars never cease
When we all want peace
But my prayer was cut short by a sword
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Brought Prayer Book Along
What I did do is bring Prayer Book along,
So could say service and sing each song;
With God be;
Him and me;
He was always right and is never wrong.
Jim Horn, Episcopalian
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Pray For and Never Do Demand
About God what I always understand,
Whatever he does will be pre-planned;
Always designed,
With me in mind;
Only ask in prayer and do not demand.
Jim Horn
Reading the Shack again and just finished
Dear Madam President by Jennifer Palmieri.
Hillary lost and Trump never did winIn the
end, You and I are the losers.
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Rain Outside and Prayer Chain
In on me problems started to rain;
People around began prayer chain,
And as I laid,
Prayers they prayed;
Worries and fears went down drain.
Jim Horn
Was extremely worried and afraid;
Our bed did seem so poorly made;
Must be blunt;
A stupid stunt;
She made me sleep out in the shade.
Jim Horn
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