Heaven Teacher Poems

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Details | Haiku |
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose

Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine

Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room

That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'

That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully

To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules

So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray

So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey

God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat

God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day

When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay

The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore

You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '


Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |

To see cute faces
And their innocent sweet smiles
Wonderland it is 

Angels to play with
To be playful is a must
Friendly is needed 

Tell them how to show love
Singing, reading and counting
So thrilled when they laugh

It wasn’t my goal
But I’m inspired by pure souls
Teacher is I am

By: Dinda Minardi

Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
                             “A teacher, taught our ignorance the path to civilization,
respect all.”

                Felix. O Joseph



Am a poet, true you taught me

Flourishing in knowledge am like fountain

Empowering me, you I climbed mountains

I command, you made me captain

My crudeness, your rod refined

Your white chalk, brightened my ignorance

Idle fingers, your instructions gave a job

Enduring patience, you guided my steps

Through life’s stepping stone

My home laid the stones you built to a citadel

Worth in much, my value you enhanced

Who am I, without you?

Yes! A tower alluring universal appeal


Contempt as leprous, before all you seem

Yet all crave of you as a need

A profession, disdain will not touch

In their hapless myopia, all forget you

A midwife and nurturer of many a profession

With peanuts, your welfare is gratified

Hastening your demise

 A  Quick trip to heaven for a reward

Must your reward ultimately be celestial?

Alas! So is the expectation

Be told! Your heaven stars here


Giving your all, civilization is celebrated

Yet you are empty as castrated

Unfair has never fair to you

From scum, comes you gratification

Your attraction, a distraction of the past

Abused, muzzled, and trampled

Little wonder, your strike cripples

Yet, for love, you are passionate to teach

An inner beauty your travails cannot extinguish

What a consistent specimen to service humanity


Truly, your profession is noble

Teachers are not made, but are born

Rare in trait, next to none

Your inputs, speaks like evidence

Material wealth, crumble before your worth

Kings and and nations must sing to your praise

Twenty one gun salute, an army parade, cant make up

My teacher! We know your worth

Dear teacher, we feel your pain

My teacher, not long your reward will rain

Brace up, and enjoy gain

Your due season, always must reign

You are never fake, just knowledge you bake

If I rule the world, you I will take

My teacher, I love you

Sincerely, our love appreciates you.



Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede


Written: 9:45am -11:25am,7-10-2008


This is a special dedication to  teachers world wide, mostly the abused ,muzzled and
trampled one’s.



Copyright © felix joseph osaeghemede | Year Posted 2010

Details | Prose Poetry |

The full moon shiniest bright inside its double ringed circle as I hoped to see the blood moon meteorologist talked about all week. 
Sad to say I missed the moment so many gazed with their telescopes and cameras. 

I pulled back the white sheer curtain to see the full moon shining its soft shine into my dark room. 
A brown curtain is all that keeps prying eyes from peeping in the sliding glass door at midnight. 

The wooded area so close behind my house hides much. 
No animals roaming, vertical or upright, can see me sitting, watching TV or on my iPad late into the wee hours of the morning. 

October 8 2014 sees another blood moon, but I missed it all. 
Maybe the next one will grace my eyes with its beauty. 

Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Snatched to the second heaven the Son of man..
Son of man stands before the congregation of angels
and the accuser says... You only gave glory to your Name
go back the verdict is read.. and live amongst them mortals
live as a man... the tears are shed for one who has followed
the wishes of the Creator.... doesnt deserve the one who Makes
makes Us rest... choosing to rest in the second heaven and its
Its the Arkangel Israel who gave up his position and prestige till.... 
till eternity... the One walks and when the candle blows out.. will
Relights.. thats why were engrossed in the worship in candles.. still
religting of the candles.. for they said- you gave Glory to your Name
Him and choosing to forgo life itself.... You were rewaded with life..

lewis k nyaga
its my take....
sorry if you find it sacrilegios
its not my intention

Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015