Best Almight Poems
They say he is there
Ensuring everything is fair
They say he takes care of us
Even when he's in rush
I asked then why don't he solve my miseries?
Why is he taking my test?
Why isn't he the reason of my merries?
Why is he treating me different from the rest?
I thought I am my responsibility
I have to work for myself
Maybe he forgot his responsibility
And is taking care of someone else
Then one day after a small success
I gave this a thought
He was always there for me to bless
He always gave me the best taught
He was always there for me
Whenever I was going right
He is a feeling that we can't see
But he is my almight
I am he, your Lord of heaven above
I am he, who gifts you life and love.
I am my own competitive opposition
I gift you death and cruel acts of precision.
For I am God, the sole creator of all
For I am the devil, to whom my prey will fall.
I can give you breath, And a beating heart
& just as easily, In death I can bring your life's depart
But unbeknown to man,
they do not think I am just one and all.
choosing to believe God as good
And Satan as evil In any bad downfall.
Through fear of unknown,
& what is to eternally be
They choose to believe,
if I'm God I'll set their soul free.
It's those weak and afraid
To believe in the gift I gave to them life
My intentions were for them to gain strength
Only to believe in himself through struggle & strife.
It's only those manly enough
To not worry thereafter their death.
Who live their life in the moment
Enjoying the very meaning of their given breath.
These are the strong souls
That appreciate without greed.
Not living by fear of their actions
In hope for much more in death they plead.
I admire a strong mind,
the almight & bold
And these are my angels;
True hearts made of gold.
Not like these pheasants,
who now beg & pray,
With only thought for himself,
That in death it will pay.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 23/01/2016.
I am all of above and below
I am he, your Lord of heaven above
I am he, who gifts you life and love.
I am my own competitive opposition
I gift you death and cruel acts of precision.
For I am God, the sole creator of all
For I am the devil, to whom my prey will fall.
I can give you breath, And a beating heart
& just as easily, In death I can bring your life's depart
But unbeknown to man,
they do not think I am just one and all.
choosing to believe God as good
And Satan as evil In any bad downfall.
Through fear of unknown,
& what is to eternally be
They choose to believe,
if I'm God I'll set their soul free.
It's those weak and afraid
To believe in the gift I gave to them life
My intentions were for them to gain strength
Only to believe in himself through struggle & strife.
It's only those manly enough
To not worry thereafter their death.
Who live their life in the moment
Enjoying the very meaning of their given breath.
These are the strong souls
That appreciate without greed.
Not living by fear of their actions
In hope for much more in death they plead.
I admire a strong mind,
the almight & bold
And these are my angels;
True hearts made of gold.
Not like these pheasants,
who now beg & pray,
With only thought for himself,
That in death it will pay.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 23/01/2016.
Why is it so that you have to fight ?
when you know you're all brothers and this aint right...
Why is it so that you have to be greedy?
when you have enough, more than the poor and needy...
Why is it so that you have to be jealous?
when you know its not right and may even hell us...
Why is it so that you are not thankful to the ALMIGHT?
when you see others dying...how can you bear such a sight?
Why is it so that you have become blind
with fame and pride just in your mind?
But the time will come when you all will see
and regret and weep and then no one will be
forgiven and will be sent to an unimaginable place no man has seen
and there they'll be punished and wont even have their family there to lean.......
My darling eve, for many years I've searched for you, but to no avail.
Now I just live and given up my search, because I've grown weary.
For so long when I had thought I founded you, I merely, became a victim
of the illusions of true love.
No my dear, I was not thinking with a lustful mindset, but I was tenaciously
hoping that my search of longevity had ended. Oh so many shattering moments
aand advice from strangers and those who deem to know of the hidden content
of my heart, did I succumb to their advice.
Truly, I was a silly little boy trapped in a man's physical frame. Now that I can
earnestly accept the fact that I am a man within this man's physical frame, do I
really rrealize a simple truth.
To find that which I once searched so diligently for never did escape me, but actually
taught me of her most sacred ways. That's, learning the essence of patience and preparing my heart to be upright for my beloveth eve and then to know her rarest of vines in the season of her time.
Thus, do I know that my belove eve is searching for me in the season of love and love has prepared me to greet her with a cloak of unconditional love in the heart of God Almight. In time my belove eve will find me and I will find her.
Beautiful U....S not!
The source of troubles,
It is your fault..
One Bush comes,
Another one had to go,
But U...will always
Remain a foe,
Bill!..[Some say],
Not Bill of rights,
Here he comes..
The Caucasoid,
The supreme white,
Here, he comes [some say],
To finish the digging..
In Iraq north...south, wreak!
In Somalia, ohhhhh...
A mission of black gold, a mission of Hope,
In Somalia, ohhhh...
A mission of human aid when a need be!
A mission of handful semolina,
A tin of a fainted corned beef,
And a bit of Uncle Sam's dope,
A son of a rope..[Some say],
But Bosnia is not
Is out of sight,
Where are you bloody humans,
Worthy or not.. Of the name,
Where are you coward Muslims?
Source of disgrace,
Scandals..
And shame..
Where is your manhood?
Where is your womanhood??
Where is your pride to stand and fight?
The barbarians...
Who crash babies' skulls, mutilate,
And deflower virgin teens and take sight,
Of blue eyed young Slavs,
By day and night,
It is wrong [some say],
Nay, it is right
To stand there hoping,
Wishing without reaching..
Praying to almight..
Why don't you sacrifice the dear darling and fight?
And be one martyred soul and unite?
The dawn of a city
The dawn of a city.
With chirrupings of
those last left sparrows.
With husky sounds of the engines
Of those big fat wheels.
With the small kludge of people
Running besides the footways-
Some waiting on those bus stops;far..
Some jogging with sweaty showers..
The dawn of a city.
The temple bells twinkling.
The laughter of the yogis;filling the air..
The juniors with their heavy bags;seem tiring.
The dawn of a city..
Then the almight settles in the blue.
He doesn't complain.
He doesnt't remain same.
Wating for the dusk;he slowly darts.
The dawn of a city..
This is the beginning of that tiring life.
The life to reside in city;the affect that lasts.
We often scribble of those peaceful days
In those country yards.
But how would you see there-
The city's hazy start..
The dawn of a city..
~Jesus Is Great~
(Linked)
Jesus is great
J
Great is His name
E
Name so holy
S
Holy is He!
U
He,Son of God
S
God, our Father
I
Father Almighty
S
Almight and true
G
True and awesome
R
Awesome He's King
E
King and our Lord
A
Lord is Jesus
T
Jesus is great!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.27.2015
Authors notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry style created by Erich J.Goller.
I am he, your Lord of heaven above
I am he, who gifts you life and love.
I am my own competitive opposition
I gift you death and cruel acts of precision.
For I am God, the sole creator of all
For I am the devil, to whom my prey will fall.
I can give you breath, And a beating heart
& just as easily, In death I can bring your life's depart
But unbeknown to man,
they do not think I am just one and all.
choosing to believe God as good
And Satan as evil In any bad downfall.
Through fear of unknown,
& what is to eternally be
They choose to believe,
if I'm God I'll set their soul free.
It's those weak and afraid
To believe in the gift I gave to them life
My intentions were for them to gain strength
Only to believe in himself through struggle & strife.
It's only those manly enough
To not worry thereafter their death.
Who live their life in the moment
Enjoying the very meaning of their given breath.
These are the strong souls
That appreciate without greed.
Not living by fear of their actions
In hope for much more in death they plead.
I admire a strong mind,
the almight & bold
And these are my angels;
True hearts made of gold.
Not like these pheasants,
who now beg & pray,
With only thought for himself,
That in death it will pay.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 23/01/2016.
ore life after death
& choose to believe one as good opposing the evil one.
in your lifes depart.
,
I laid my head down, upon blanket of cotton weave.
Maybe soft like the one Jesus was wrapped, in a swaddling sleeve.
It was at last Christmas tomorrow, an this was the eve.
But in Santa I no longer now have reason to believe.
Oh what is Christmas to all now days
We still today give our Lord praise. (chorus)
The wise men were swirling in my thoughts tonight
Thoughts of Jesus once cradled in his mothers arms so tight.
The spirt of the night glistened in the candles twinkling light
I searched among my memories of better days with all my might.
Oh what is Christmas to all now days
Many not all still love our lord in so many many ways (chorus)
But all I could think of was the expense it brought to familes.
Credit cards extended to limits, depts, homeless with chilling extremeties.
I wonder what Jesus might say as this once was his birthday.
If he were here might he gather his deciples for yet to again pray.
Oh what is Christmas to all now days
Friends of families all come and go some astray (chorus)
Why does misfortune affect so many with extreme debt?
Depression claims have of this God fearing world from finance fret
I try to understand as I am an adult now you see
But this world it stll so much baffles me.
Oh what is Christmas to all now days
Bills and credit cards of all who get a pay (chorus)
If we were really celebrating his birth, are we if his worth,
To bemore appreciative of his fathers creations......one is earth.
God could have given us any thing at all
But he chose a gift more meaningfull, his own son to fall.
Oh what is Christmas to all now days
The joy of love and Christ's brotherhood some say (chorus)
He gives his love, his almight power.
He lifts us up in the final hour.
Oh what is Christmas to all now days
Candles lit for the as Christmas approaches day by day. (chorus)
Linda Terrell
November 23, 2009
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Sometimes when thou feels crushed from within
Thou would want to share the sin
On sharing thou may not be satisfied with what thou got
So thou would regret sharing at all
Let me ease the ache for thou
Share it with the One and Only above
Neither does He spread it out
Nor does He ignore thou along
He does what will satisfy thou a lot
Bring peace to thou soul throughout
For a while thou may feel relaxed
But if the feeling comes again
Once more I can ease the ache for thou
Share it with the worthy One and Only Almighty above...
Eternal Father pour blessings upon me
Guide down the road of righteousness
Cleanse my spirit so that I may see you clearly
Be near me Lord do not let me stray from your Holiness
Allow me to become pure and full of love and your abudant grace
Let me feel your Holy presence
To be the child of God and light
Send forth your love and spirit upon me
Wash away my sins and weariness
So that I may be worthy of your praise
Lord I call at your name
And Holiness rains upon me
Teach me to forgive and learn from the past
Allow me to let go and return to Your Almight hand in sense and place.
The power of the spiritual
Within the ritual
Blood let on the sigil
Repeat so it becomes habitual
Draw a circle and light the flame
Recite the mantra and speak the name
For good purpose or to hack and maim
Focus with your pure intent, know this is not a game
Under full moonlight
Both blue and bright
Bloodmoon in sight
The spell is full with almight
Open your mind, soul, and body for possession
Know now that you're in the middle of the session
Perfectly in tune, master this profession
Study and learn, work each little lesson
Now thank the demon, respect the spirit
With open mind you can now hear it
Always remember that with acceptance, you'll no longer fear it
The path invoked from within, meditate while you sit
In the middle of your temple is your altar shrine
Around you is the template, now you are mine
The feelings you feel will be all so real, so sublime
These powers you've exorcised are ethereal and somewhat divine
Now end the session and close the gate
Put everything back properly or receive its fate
The love and respect can be hostile with hate
The powers conjured will embody you with its aspects trait
I made this country my realm
I govern it by fear
I have no mercy for enemies who try to take me away from this throne
It is mine
Only mine!
I was born a woman
I saw many underestimate me because of my gender
But when a woman is born with ambition running through her bloodstream
As I was
There is no way to stop such a compelling force
Her nature will blossom to command
I am a self-made winner
Smart enough to urdermine anyone's argument
I did not come to be a follower
But a supreme leader
My country challenges are many
These challenges drive me
To excell in my capabilities
I know it became a land of conspirators
Since I came to power
So I am constantly on guard
With an eagle's eye over my surroundings
Any wrong maneuver might cost my life
The almight power I have
Make me feel above all
I have this uniqueness
It is seductive to be
In such a high pedestal
My will stands supreme
However
Every thing in life as a price
The price for my sovereignty as a ruler
Is loneliness
I live in complete emotional isolation
I cannot trust anybody the confession
Of dreams, feelings or expectations
My existence is miserable in this aspect
It is like to live in a devastated place
Plenty of desolation
It is a fruitless ground for a dignifying life ...
Simone Bittencourt