Best Appoint Poems
January 29 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 1-5
Key Verse – Numbers 1:50 But thou shalt appoint the Levites over the tabernacle of testimony, and over all the vessels thereof, and over all things that belong to it: they shall bear the tabernacle, and all the vessels thereof; and they shall minister unto it, and shall encamp round about the tabernacle.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVILEGE TO MINISTER
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your calling
According to Your purpose-sealing…
Despite my unworthiness in fulfilling
Still, You enable me to be willing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your commanding
According to Your definite instruction-feeding…
Despite my incapacity in heeding
Still, You drive me by Your prodding.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your charging
According to Your precious Word always encouraging…
Despite my weakness in faith-plunging
Still, You push me toward deeds that are life-changing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your preaching
According to Your immutable precepts with valuable teaching…
Despite my shyness in beseeching
Still, You come to me with Your mercies’ reaching.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your blessing
According to Your bountiful provisions indeed unceasing…
Despite my weariness in pressing
Still, You pull me to strive for good works’ increasing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your exhorting
According to Your divine plan with heavenly profiting…
Despite my frustrations in goal-setting
Still, You let me stay in Your will of blissful worship-meeting.
January 29, 2022
Categories:
appoint, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray
Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the mind
Blowing in like a blustering wind
with wicked words bringing them fame
of being labeled 'Keyboard Bullies'
Isn't that a repugnant name?
There's nothing casual about the pain
their cryptic cruelty causes, nor the disdain
Odious is the stench of ogres in the game they play
Beasts who feast on innocent folks
With a guileful grin they wound with keystrokes
Shots fired from wolves in sheep's clothing
They're gnashing teeth bite with loathing
Poisoned seeds of malice they sow
cawing to anyone who listens when they crow
With a nit-picking beak or crooked finger pointing,
they appoint themselves kings and queens,
then squat on a throne by self-anointing
Pathetic fools dwelling in a state of pretense
whose level of narcissism and bullying is immense
Sharpened are their tongues and pens used as tools
Quick to throw a gauntlet upon the ground
at what they presume is weak quarry
but how speedily they bay like injured hounds
when a righteous eye looks in their direction
Intimidation is a hallmark of their imperfection
The white flag wavers are filled with ire
Waffles, covering themselves in sweet syrup talk
claiming they're the victim. What a crock!
Their feet should be held in the fire
No one should be a casualty of their cruelty
Disparaging others is a painful assault
The fault of aggressors who crave attention
Keyboard bullies causing conflict and dissension
Living in their dark world... the cyber dimension
Categories:
appoint, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With fading sight and wearied limb through window rose he gazed
With summoned strength and trembling arm his mighty bow was raised
Sinews drawn to fullest test he let the arrow fly
And sinking back upon his bed he breathed a heavy sigh
‘Follow yonder willow shaft through forests darkened keep
For flighted by the angels, twill appoint where I shall sleep’
The stalwart oak tree caught the shaft, appointed by Gods grace
Beside a brook, in bluebell’d wood, there marked his resting place
In tunic Gold and Lincoln green, his sword upon his breast
Beneath the trees of Sherwood green was Robyn laid to rest
That mighty heart, its labour done, when stilled its Valliant quest
All England mourned its stalwart son who bore the Locksley crest
And through the silent forest, soft April showers wept
To wash that place from hearts and minds, a secret ever kept
One maid, one Friar, with little John, in sombre vigil stood
In silent witness mourning, the passing of the Hood
On England’s green and pleasant land was played a Hero’s part
And Never more on sceptre’d isle will beat a truer heart
Categories:
appoint, imaginationgreen, me,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Evasion, the dagger's sharpened strong point
Slowly has pricked love's joy until now gone
Tedious the effort to time appoint
Verbiage to one who speaks from heart of stone
Fluffy moisture laden clouds float across
the blue sky, gentle breeze stirs heart's desire
Thus love's awakening to you like dross
Intimacy through deep channels expire
Can love's embers be rekindled to flaming
hot Tabasco Sauce, open up cold heart
Let in spring's whispers of love not blaming
Uncork the closed mind to thoughts uncharted
Let not evasion of thoughts and needs trap
Reach forth and receive all from love's tap
Finis'.......
Just for PD
Finished May 16, 2014
Categories:
appoint, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Whom Do We Trust
Written: by Miracle Man
7/21/2019
Every now and then, we all lose our bearing,
Facing days that become gloomy, often despairing.
We only check our compass for direction of travel,
When it appears that life is just about to unravel.
We oft seek out others, and with blame anoint,
But no man is a judge nor will God ever appoint.
He said, Cast your burdens upon me, for I care,*
Yet we oft live our lives hamstrung by despair.
We should never treat others as perhaps we’ve been treated,
Because with whatever we mete, we’ll also be meted.**
When we fail in casting burdens upon HIM for He cares,*
We’re eschewing the wheat while gorging on tares.
*1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.
**Matthew 7:2
King James Version (KJV)
“For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.”
Categories:
appoint, god, life, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
"The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; [2] To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; [3] To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified."
~~Isaiah 61:1-3 KJVS
There is an ache deep in my core.
I don't think I can go on anymore.
stops my lungs, my breath it severs
trying in vain to hold it together
with weary arms wrapped around my middle,
rock myself, like when I was little
all days ahead turn black with dread
once filled with life, now reeks of dead
once filled with dreams, sweet plans for two
all of my hopes, you killed those too
they say I am just heart broken
well not quite, you sliced me open
took my bloody, beating heart in your fist
and wrung it out with a nasty twist
I can't survive this kind of pain
without my mind breaking, going insane
I will have to fight for every breath
and stop myself from wishing for death
although unable right now to see
one day I'll heal, I'll be happy.
Categories:
appoint, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Went to an alumni meeting last week
Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents of pain
“How the hell did we lose that game”
Three close calls in the recent past
Defeat was looming, the die had been cast
We were favorite to trample that team
What followed next was strictly obscene
No confidence in the coach, zero trust
A new powerful resurgence is a must
“Fire the coach, we need a new spark”
Call the chancellor a search to embark
There’ll be plenty of coaches to interview
At the end of the season there will be a slew
Most will have been fired that’s for sure
Same kind of let down we’ve had to endure
Appoint a committee to find a coaching ace
Got to expunge this humiliating disgrace
While we’re at it the assistants they must go
They haven’t inspired the team as far as I know
Need to raise cash something we’re lacking
Buy out his contract and send him packing
A new coach will cost us a hefty sum
A sales job needed to convince the alum
All must partake in any new proposal
Resources will be placed at our disposal
A few claimed it was to soon to act
Hissed and booed told not to come back
The coach (2)
All that remained were anxiously waiting
Are there any coaches, we’ve been baiting
A new coach will surely demand success
All in favor pledge support in this quest
Days later the finals were slated
Consensus was, we won’t be elated
To our amazement, it’s hard to explain
Out team executed a perfect game
I went to an alumni meeting last night
Everyone was joyful in utter delight
Many were boasting and sipping champagne
Alas we were conference champions again
We need to make sure we continue to cruise
Complete confidence in the coach and his crew
Upgraded facilities, haven’t you heard
Call the chancellor pass on the good word
Our coach is a winner to be sure
Esteem and respect for him to endure
The backers are ecstatic bursting with praise
Throw in some perks add in a raise
Extend his contract for a many a year
Act fast our rivals might get his ear
Those remarks from last week , bid them adieu
They were made by an uninformed few
Categories:
appoint, allegory, angst, culture, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Old Elms in the Snow
It snows this day
upon Your work.
The elms seem sad,
their bark wrinkled fingers
aimlessly appoint.
Piped in ermine, winter
ballerina limbs
take permanent position,
frozen supplicant or
petrified pirouette.
Winter grows still
my God.
Kathryn M. Collins
Categories:
appoint, tree,
Form:
Verse
It’s been a while ,
Since my heart felt the shine of your warm smile.
This love that goes like a wild dance ,
Where every step needs to approach it’s fitted place.
The prove for our love we appoint to get ,
Consciously arrives from the moves we get.
From all the obstacles that are yet to come ,
We at least can put an effort to overlook some.
As love can be the answer to everything ,
Then love can also be the reason for anything.
Before choosing what’s meant to be right ,
Don’t forget to capture the view of every reached sight.
What we ought to observe ,
It’s what we’ll later use to deserve.
Some situations that makes us look so wrong ,
Sustain the striveness and only then our love will become more strong.
This world is more than we all see ,
It takes more than just a single glance to let our will of love free.
We must hold a full aspect perception ,
So we can prevent a defined inception.
Categories:
appoint, life, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
There is a building down town in the MIDST Of POVERTYVILLE called the
POCKET. The pocket is used to store supplies and house programs for the poor.
Open the POCKET DOOR. No need for proof. Of IDENTIFICATION.
LET it be a source of Charitable DONATIONS FOR anyone
In need.
Let the money SURGE.
LET ALL PHILANTHROPISTS SPLURGE.
AND screams of DELIGHT the impoverished plight.
Open. The POCKET DOOR. LET THE POCKET MONEY BE
EARMARKED for the poor, PROVISIONS and PRIZES for
Prosperity.
Grants in tow. Watch. BILLIONS POUR .
DESTITUTE UNITE. PARTIES AT THE FIGHT. THE LAND OF
MILK AND HONEY.
Tear. Stained faces UNFUNNY. REVOLUTION AT HAND.
VIOLENCE IN THE STREETS, IN THE STRANDS.
PROSECUTORIAL PROCEEDINGS HAVE BEGAN.
DNA IN QUESTION
DNA INFECTION?
In actual WE NEED billions in capital for ANTI-POVERTY
PROGRAMS.
Hear the people roar WE NEED MORE, OPEN THE POCKET DOOR!
The POCKET is a PROGRAM for ANYONE in need.
Money KNOWS not where it FALLS. WITNESS all the poor
ENTHRALLED.
Let the POCKET have earmarks for poorly proforming SCHOOLS.
APPOINT TZARS to oversee COLLEGE PROGRAMS IN MASS.
The POCKET should be EXPANDED not discarded as trash.
OPEN THE POCKET DOOR WIDE AND STILL WIDER UNITIL EVERY
IMPOVERISHED MOUTH HAS HAD ITS FILL.
HOW PROFOUND.
Categories:
appoint, change, education, freedom, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
Purpose plays pun
Arc aids alarm
Now nothing numbs
Decide deft ditch
Odd old outreach
Rich rustic raid
Aid arms afraid
Churn charming cheer
Honour host here
Attend aware
Restore ride rare
Apply and aid
Desire drops dead
Embrace empty
Sense sad story
Pleasure primes plot
See stylish slot
Yield yonder yoke
Choose charming choke
Health heaps honey
Endings easy
Calm clever choice
Heavy hearts hoist
Appoint apt art
Roomy retard
Mull million makes
Suffer sweep stakes
Nowhere near now
Aid and avow
Indulge ingrate
Verse voice vibrates
Embrace endow
Mind moves matter
Ask apt answer
Now not never
Keep knocking kind
Itch inks incline
Note nice niche near
Dance doubting dear
Healing hurts here
Explore extend
Real roasting rears
Encroach expanse
Leon Enriquez
09 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is an Acrostic poem with Alliteration.)
Categories:
appoint, celebration,
Form:
Alliteration
I died Because I Love You [Lyrics of Gospel Song]
You are the one who walks on water, you’re the one who raises the dead
The fact that you ever bother, leaves me so astounded.
My existence is not perfect, nor ever could it be.
Why you would ever bother, always amazes me.
Chorus
Lord, you hold me close so gently, when into your presence I come.
With love and compassion, your quiet whispers become,
“I died because I love you, and I’d do it all again.
I suffered so intently, at the hands of earth’s men.
I died because I love you, and I’d do it all again.
**********Yes, I died because I love you, and I’d do it all again!”***********
Those words always touch my heart, and truly heal my soul.
Just to know you love me, such love to grasp, enroll.
For I’m a wretched sinner, no greater wretch could be,
And yet, you said, “I died because I love you, I died on Calvary.”
My heart aches when I falter, because it’s you I disappoint.
But instead of a scolding, my forgiveness you appoint.
It’s because you love me, that I’ve grown to love you too.
And each time I hear you say those words, my love for you just grew.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Categories:
appoint, love, song-spiritual, love, me,
Form:
Lyric
How pompous we must be to self appoint
To sit in judgement of a gifted peer
Discerning if a writer makes his point
Within the guidelines spelled out loud and clear
In robe of terry-cloth, beneath a lamp
Proofreading poems from our reclining bench
Where technicalities decide a champ
We scrutinize and give them not one inch
And even though we feel we're qualified
To judge a poem, one need not pass a test
We tend to let our conscience be our guide
Then have the gall to say, "this one is best"
There's nothing like a poet with a grudge.
Now ask yourself, to judge or not to judge?
5/2/2021
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
appoint, humor, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Ave!
You alone are the
Absolute and Almighty Authority
--Appoint and anoint us as agents
in your army against the antagonist
as he awaits his Avenger and the abyss
Alleluia!
You are our Advocate,
abiding, awe-inspiring, able, and appealing
--Admonish us again in our avarice,
abuse and anger
--Aid us also to abandon adultery, abortion,
apostasy, arrogance and anxiety.
Amen!
You are the Ancient of Days, the Alpha, Abba,
Adonai, Anointed One and the I AM.
--Accept the aroma of agape love arising in
the air as we act in one accord.
written March 28, 2019
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Contest: ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD
Categories:
appoint, 11th grade, appreciation, celebration,
Form:
Alliteration
On a lonely cliff wings spread wide I am readying to leap.
GOD said he would appoint angels to guard my keep.
Tired of living in the cold dark of night.
I find my soul craving the comforting warmth of light.
Images flood my mind of what I will see
but how do I learn to trust again my once broken wings?
I am shown too many signs that I am meant to soar.
That my current circumstances are temporary. I am meant for much more.
Look me in the eyes and allow me to wander your soul.
Learn the psychology behind the scars that took their toll.
Create a world that exist outside of time.
Question is...When I look you in the eyes do you get lost in mine?
Hawk: visionary power, guardianship, messenger (akin to Mercury - Messenger of the Gods)
Categories:
appoint, angel, dark, flying, light,
Form:
Personification