Best Beings Poems
It would be great if human beings
Were great at being human
And if all of mankind
Were made up of kind men
It would be wonderful if common knowledge
Was knowledge commonly known
And if the light from being enlightened
Into every heart was shown
It would be fantastic if the war to end all wars
Was the last war that we fought
It would be amazing if we learned the lessons
From every lesson we were taught
It would be cool if our freedom
To us was freely granted
And if every seed of kindness
Would grow wherever planted
It would be glorious if neighbors were neighborly
And prejudice a forgotten word
It would be awesome if we shared everything
And being greedy was absurd
It would be spectacular if the golden rule
Was golden to every man
And the good things that we ever did
Was everything that we can
A familiar aroma wafted towards me,
As I looked up into blue azure skies,
And far beyond, a golden horizon.
I could barely see the shapes of an old
Man holding a young child’s hand,
The man wore a long white robe
And was smoking a handcrafted
Pipe, and the spiraling smoke from it,
Triggered a memory, who was this man.
He didn’t speak much until
I asked him who the child was, He
Granted us a short encounter
The old man said,
So that you can briefly meet.
Tears rolled down my face
As I took the child
And held him tightly in my arms,
For an everlasting moment, a miracle!
We are your guardian angels he said,
Taking back my bundle of life,
And gradually disappearing with his
Charge, leaving behind a trail of smoke
The aroma of which was distinctly the
Tobacco my father smoked. My father
Holding my child's hand, his grandson
Who died when only five days old,
And whom I had never met,
Celestial beings permitted to appear,
And just as quickly disappear,
Their message I believe, that one day we
Would meet, in the presence of His love
Within the realms of heaven above.
Poem of the Day - 18.9.2021
BEING HUMAN BEINGS
Some people are evil.
Maliciously.
Some people create drama. Monstrosities..
Some people have ulterior motives. Intentionally.
Some people have remorse.
An apology.
Some people have profound words. Poetically.
Some people are tree huggers.
Organically.
Some people have no common sense. Stupidity.
Some people are real religious.
Spiritually.
Some people are inmature.
Mentalities.
Some people die in crashes.
Fatalities.
Some people are ignorant.
Their just to blind to see.
Some people have a sixth sense.
Let's call it telepathically.
Some people feel sorrow for others.
Some would call that Sympathy.
But when people understand sorrow for others.
It becomes empathy.
Some people are real chill. We'll say Copacetically.
Some people are plain fake. AKA...Artificially.
Some people are solid.
Its called Solidarity.
Some people are single.
Its called singularity.
Some people take their last breath.
They are put in a cemetary.
Some people save their breath and never speak.
Monastery.
Some people are tone deaf.
They have No melody.
Some people dress real risque.
In other words quite provocatively.
Some people rise above the rest. That's what i call Quintessentially.
BUT......ALL.... PEOPLE....
Should love.
Unconditionally.
Demonstrate peace.
Peacefully.
Work.
Systematically.
Live.
Longevity.
Laugh.
Uncontrollably.
Respect others.
Diplomatically.
Throw away the hate.
Practice racial equality.
If We do all those things,
then the world we live in,
could be in,
perfect harmony.
Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad movies -- or is it?
Why should I stop hating them?
I have the right to punish them, do I not?
Or do I?
When Mother Teresa found a Communist, starving, abandoned, beaten, she fed him, loved him, made him feel the hands of Christ, touching him through her hands.
When the SS found a Communist, they shot him, tortured him, starved him, gassed him
When the Communists found a Jew, they tortured him, starved him, took his property, made certain he was strung up as an example, that people do not have the right to own their own property.
When Gandhi found that Hindus were murdering Muslims and Muslims were murdering Hindus, he fasted publicly until they stopped.
Whose example do you prefer?
Mother Teresa's, or Stalin's
That of Gandhi, or the SS?
That of Christ?
I have the right to shoot every Democrat who angers me -- or DO I?
I have the right to impeach every Republican for being Republican, to loot his store, to force him to perform abortions, to punish him...
Somewhere in Africa, a father drove nails through the knees of his teenage son
For converting to Christianity.
I am hatred.
I am anger.
I am violence.
Whose example do you prefer?
Christ's?
Or mine?
This is where we save ourselves,
Or destroy ourselves.
'Let Brotherhood, Peace and Progress become landmarks of attainment', it has been written.
Well?
Which do we prefer?
It's a question to ask yourself every day.
When I win, I make the whole world bleed,
And I LAUGH!
Not such a nice fellow am I.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience. We are just passing by through life in Clearance. As the wind blows, the earth stands still, Block out all the noises and do God’s will. Heavenly eyes filled with love, let’s all hold hands in peace and follow God’s doves. Just like Nypsey Hussle said, I was thinking chess moves but it was God’s grace. Open your eyes and look at God’s face. Coming together leaving our human desires. Lets all open up our hearts and come to God with fire. Stay strong and look up high, heaven is waiting for you so keep on pushing forward and don’t cry.
"The Begin Again Beings"
A family of swords
the world under their feet
to all that is fallen in the
darkened passages beneath,
slipped on crushed pearls of tears
rivulets running down
a body of work pierced,
the milky powder swallowed
from the shells of wisdom,
much stronger than Bex,
a slither still remaining,
dulled the pain,
somewhat,
for a short while,
until it was fully consumed
and exhausted - then,
without warning,
the unstable ground
ripped, captured pages,
altered the blood let secrets
that seeped 6ft underground -
through the cracks,
one would postulate
that this was a doleful,
how to articulate?
there is only one way -
experience exsanguinate;
their charbroiled armour
now tarnished darker,
nourished the unseen seeds
of the Begin Again Beings
and their shoots shifted
from blunderbuss bullets
and cutting swords
pulled from stones,
to quills flourished
and bowing
to the never ending
silent war of roses;
breaking the surface rot,
growth was slowly seen
breaching up towards the Sun,
in the time of another’s
war strewn
journée poétique
Golden Trumpets
stood with Lilys-of-the-Fields
and Blue Lantana its
thistle down blown apart,
scattered and carried in waves
across the blue sky clouds,
to propagate and adorn
the thorny crowns
of black ravens
sitting on the shoulders
of their beloved
scarecrow masters,
their heraldry requiring
blood and the water
to dissolve their
steadfast blindfolds,
to clearly see as doves,
the beautiful great mystery
of the forgotten ones,
standing their ground
triumphant, never left,
never leaving,
bathed for all time
in the Sun
this is "1" story
of The Begin Again Beings
and how their well-fought for kingdom
was won
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Smiling slightly sad Colibri said:
'Are you happy today, my dear?
...
Be meek, Be mild
words intended
the luminous Being to beguile
Don't soil where they sleep
because they don't like the smell
but poison the Earth?
Under the sea foam and skipping on waves
while holding those regal heads up high;
their beauty is pure and their magic draws raves
into the deep under moonlit sky.
Many a ship filled with sailors and such
had witnessed the mystery of their dark eyes.
Some even swore they had felt a cold touch,
had stood stock still and become mesmerized.
Womanly body and tail of a fish
were what they remembered when telling their story.
Some even were granted their every last wish;
some quite overcome by tumultuous glory.
Those tales through the years grew from timid to strong
as men of all sorts recounted their fate;
meeting beautiful creatures who burst into song
and gathered at a most alarming rate.
You may doubt these tales but just watch the deep sea
and wonderment will surely fascinate you.
As waves overtake you you're suddenly free;
some glorious being sails you through the blue.
We’re Just Sinful Human Beings!
All of us are just sinful human beings!
Scripture says; “the heart is sinful above everything!”
Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away…
Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day!
God made Adam and Eve, with perfection!
But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection!
He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice.
It was up to them to listen to his voice.
They had all they could want, with one instruction.
Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction.
Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind.
And their disobedience affected all of mankind!
Since that time, mankind has needed atonement!
Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment!
Only his blood can wash away sin’s dark stain!
It can only be found when one calls on Jesus’ name!
We’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory!
But wait! This doesn’t have to be the end of the story!
God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU!
The love and blood of Jesus,
can make you BRAND NEW!
His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange!
You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed!
This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take!
Won’t you do it now? For eternity’s sake???
By Jim Pemberton
The king of the jungle is at ease
Greedily he sits beneath a tree
with great agility mouths the bee
thank heavens he didn't see me
A deer stealthily passes by
alertly he's looking for sumptuous leaves
a squirrel darts up a tree too high
after nibbling some nuts it simply leaves
suddenly I heard a chirping next to me
a group of sparrows just fluttered their wings
a peacock prancing and dancing I did see
Dancing merrily he felt he was a king
birds and beasts are happy as they are
why should we for joy look far?.
For whole beings
My answer is as the star twinkles in night
Bright twinkle and deep
Dearing to throw light for the sky to illuminate
Still being countless too
Cannot provide requirement of appropriate sight
My mean is as countless cries could be fruitless
A bridge single stood over the river
Accumulates favour from all goers all the time
Still being solid and stout
Has earn mild heart managing ways from both sides
But a case of bang being horror timid loses always
Even a child cannot warm welcome
Sheds tears terrifying, seeing flown hands and legs
My mean is even a child which cannot accept
Why the grown youths do play such heinous trick?
Leaving hatred within the heart, need is unite, build the earth
In school all are same and are given educative lessons
Who is defaulter and criminal going later on?
My mean is first provision food, shelter and rest
So a prescription for a universal government with all discreet
For the people, of the people by the people, for whole beings.
21/08/2014/
THIS LIFE OF MANY ILLUSIONS,
DILUTION OF TRUTH,
AND HOLOGRAM DECEPTION.
THE TRIUMPH AND TRAGEDY
OF EXPERIENCE AND
THE DUALITY OF THIS DIMENSION,
LEAD US WONDERING IF WE WILL
FIND OUR WAY TO TRUTH.
WHAT IS BEYOND SPACE AND TIME?
OUR TRUE IDENTITY LIES BEYOND THE
CONSTRAINTS OF THIS HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE.
WE WILL FIND OUR WAY OUT OF THE
MANIPULATION MAZE,
CHANGE OUR BEHAVIORS,
AND EMBRACE LIFE FOR THE FREEDOM OF HUMANITY.
WE ARE THE BEINGS OF ATLANTIS,
IMMORTAL AND TRANSCENDENT,
OF THIS PHYSICAL PLANE OF EXISTENCE.
WE DO NOT BELONG TO THIS SLAVERY OF EXISTENCE,
BUT TO A TRANSCENDENT EXPRESSION OF IMMORTALITY.
Written By, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
August 2014
Could have been born ANY one THING.
but instead I was one of the chosen,
to be made a HUMAN BEING.
Could have been a bird,
flying high in the sky,
but i was granted imagination,
that still allows me to fly.
Could have been made a star,
up, up in the heavens and the sky,
but instead I'm heaven sent,
to shine in someone's life.
Do you ever question why????
You could have been a evergreen tree,
standing majestic and tall.
But instead you like me,
you are human,
one of the greatest gifts of all.
We could have been mother earth,
suffering,
struggling,
trying to survive
to sustain nature,
ITSELF,
or
Father time trying to keep pace,
minute by minute,
hour by hour,
day by day,
to insure the value
of humanity above all
ELSE.
So everyday take the time to give thanks and praise,
cause you like me are among the lucky ones,
that could have been many of things.
But instead we were born,
SPECIAL,
we were born,
HUMAN BEINGS.