Best Allegorygod Poems
I saw a candy dish in an antique shop
Made of delicate glass.
But it was chipped where it was dropped,
Marring its crystal class . . .
But I loved it, and bought it just the same.
Later I found an intricate vase,
Also flawed with a hair-line crack.
It seems that every piece of ornate grace
Is damaged in front, or maybe in the back . . .
But I loved it, and bought it just the same.
Then I thought how God must feel when he looks at us.
He created us in His image -- perfect, flawless.
But sin, entering through Adam, was passed on to us.
Then God picked us up with love in His eyes,
And bought us just the same.
He went to sacrificial lengths
To restore our value, and esteem.
This took place at Calvary, where He chose us to redeem.
Now, if we believe, we receive,
and become His Crystal Treasure . . .
A valued prize in His eyes!
Just a thought ...
What if our forefathers have failed us?
What if the gates are closed and we are
Damned,
Wondering on a date
That has come and gone.
We succeed
A collapsed empire
A widespread plague
A harsh Inquisition
Two world wars
Multiple genocides
All of which work
To depreciate our populace.
What if God's second incarnate
Lived in a padded cell
And beckoned to men with white coats,
Only able to forgive the insane
Or what if He came not
As one being, but in
Banded instances:
The writings of the scriptures -
Martin Luther’s 95 Theses -
St. Augustine’s city -
Every ethereal deed
Offered by our ancestors.
What if the devil incarnate
Has come, gone, and left
His marks of malice
Light enough to deflect our certainty
Toward his identity,
Yet deep enough to confuse
With his inflictions. His predictions
Form open minded
Addictions, dates, numbers,
Catastrophic visions
With enough clarity to let regret
Cloud our minds
And abolish our understanding
Of nature's rule.
The balance, upset with magic,
Flees from person to person.
If God may reincarnate at will,
While God is everywhere
And everything -
If we live in His image as one
And Christ was among our entity
Than are we not in part He?
And may pass from body to body
In spirit, repeating
Our short contributions
Until they give way to the consensus,
The overflowing pool of sole self consciousness
Where no one is truly sure of what they are
Fighting for.
Winds of hatred, clouds of dark waters shower thy grace upon my soul
Be merciful to me God of my world
See time rewind in my name, cleanse me from it all
Yet I can't go back and amend
I sit here desperate in question of the future that walks my way
If only I saw, if only I spoke of beauty beyond reach of the naked eye
If only I held her every time as if it was the last
How can I make her love me more if I no longer am in her life
Will the wind carry my voice upon her ears that she may rejoice in my hearts verse
I weep and in thought I die
I no longer live for the day, as only at night can I see her
She sits over the clouds in the second heaven
Her light dwells upon the night
She glows my eyes that I may see
If only I had listened to her when she spoke
If only I had taken the time to plant joy and see its fruits upon herr smile
Yet I stood there in lifes struggles that killed the eduardo that she once knew
And here I am wondering if God will give her back to me
In prayer I stay for it shall be but my Lords will. Amen
Seventy years ago I became involved in a game.
A game, which allotted me no times out,
Nor was I given the ability to punt.
I have played this game not always full out,
But have never ceased to believe
That I would be more than a marginal player,
Because God is my coach;
This game, at times, has found me with feelings dinged,
Ego bruised, and requiring time in the whirlpool.
There have been times when I would have chosen to lateral
But life made no provision for that.
During times when obstacles seemed insurmountable,
And I was penalized by the odds,
God, my coach, allowed me to prevail.
There were times when youthful impatience,
Or perhaps the Devil,
Told me "Go for it all",
And invariably I would fall incomplete,
Or one of life's speed bumps would sack me.
At other times I've ripped off huge chunks of yardage
Quickly moving the chains down the field,
And into the red zone;
Today, I find myself in the fourth quarter,
And inside the two-minute warning;
Since I'm destined to be a winner,
And God will soon take me from this game
The most promising option left
Is to take a knee and wait for time to expire.
Then Heavens scoreboard will read GAME OVER.
YOUR COACH AWAITS
I am the answer to the blowing wind,
in God I live, in God I'll never die.
Al things you seek to ever comprehend
are in my touch, but never ask me why.
I am the river flowing to the sea,
in hope I breathe, through God I do my task.
Whatever good you see in life is me,
though sometimes I appear behind a mask.
I am the highest mountain you may climb,
in light I show, in dark I never hide.
beyond your wildest dream, and for all time,
you beg for me, but then push me aside.
Your coach awaits, and I will take you where
the wind has blown, and it is over there . . .
I was watching; and apparently he hurt another rookie;
They were sheriff trainees and the one who hurt the other one was crying.
I cried but I couldn’t even tell you why; maybe I could;
But I don’t want to think that hard.
You don’t see a lot of public displays of human compassion anymore.
Politically it’s; “beat them down and turn them around”
“We’ve got our corporate farms; and we’re stocked up with our arms”
“Come help to keep this country strong.”
I’m not even really dead set against that concept;
I can imagine the degradation we’d all suffer if we were ever beaten.
Somehow I don’t think it would help if you claim you were against violence
And heaven help you if your wife or your daughters are lookers.
So I cried but; what the hell why can’t everybody be saved?
I mean why doesn’t God just pull the plug out of the wall huh?
I mean can an atom be split without electricity?
How about if it rains on all the oil until it’s rendered non combustible
If we’re going to believe in hopefulness lets save everyone right?
Some of us are going to make it, some of us aren’t;
I don’t like that and it’s a failure from any angle you see it from.
Maybe we’re just a manifestation of evolution and we must perish like the dinosaurs
So I cried; probably because I wish; but wishes, they don’t
Fill my mind up like the carnage I see on television;
And all those empty promises for change; that we should quit believing.
I think we waited too long and there’s not much we can do anymore.
Rhymes
Father bless the righteous man; and heaven help the Queen;
And save us from the beastly man; that wants to eat our spleens
Give Janice her Mercedes; and clear the purple haze;
And give blessings to the ladies for; they set man’s souls ablaze.
Standing on the corner; waiting for the man;
Wondering what he’ll do to me; with this gun held in my hand.
Dear Michael my arc angel, whose name I also bare;
Let us fight the scourge of hell; till God takes us all rom there
have you ever thought of
How God loves us
the gifts he gives
our five senses
and how they work
have you thought of God
being an artist or a philosopher
or an architect at work
has Him being a physicist
or biologist ever crossed
your mind
has God used the sciences
ever to be kind
is music man's only gift
or the songs of whale's
and porpoises desolate
and the howls of wolves
and dogs just nothing
isn't when we make love
something
we all love music
a wonderful thing
but who's ideal was it
to bring a bow to a string
we see flowers winter spring
summer and fall
but who added the fragrance
to the rose
what adapted us
to the way we live
some in icy climates
and others deserts heat
who trained us for
the way we live
the thieves in the ghettos
and the thieves in offices'
little do men know
that God inspired books
sometimes unholy
men take a second look
sometimes God appears
in the words of a song
we listen over and over
and play it all day long
God is in the blessing
and God is in the curse
God is in the making
of our prayers and verse
God has made us beautiful
for the eye's to see
and God has made us mindful
of equality
And in our minds are kept
some great reason or cause
our passion when displayed
we worship Him as Lord
The First one who comes
In humble silent strength
Jesus is the fist and last
Beginning and the end
Let there be the amen
New new peace’s King
A little one rejected
The cornerstone of all creation
Praise YA praise YA halleluyah
Yasha-shah Yasha-shah
praise God praise God
God saves God saves
The last one bearing the name
Of true covenant of God
Life’s seed the righteous tree
The tree of life bearing fruit there of
All twelve nourished by the thee
Wisdom to Love he reigns above
A small seed that was
The vine that is
The tree to come
So it is it is so