Best Breastplate Poems

Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise like a chorus harmonizing 
...In this vast of an eternal fold.

For I am Harriet Tubman
...leading souls unseen.
A beacon blazing hope, through...

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I AM YOUR SERVANT


I adore You Oh God, my King and my God,
The Most Powerful among all...

I am Your servant Father God
I want nothing but to follow You
Tomorrow Oh Father God
Coat us with the Holy Blood of Your Son Jesus Christ
Father God, I acknowledge that...

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The whole day, my mind was blossoming,
Keeping me busy with humming and chuckling.
Though the sky was raining, couldn’t upset my spirit,
I was struggling myself to ponder on what the professor was saying…
Where was the meaning of ‘Metaphysical love’ remaining?

He was lecturing on ‘John Donne’,
But I...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art of deleting, but hovering, still, holding off

the finger, 
of the...

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In ancient times when knights were bold,
They dressed in armor, so we're told.
When they went out to face their foe,
Their armor protected them head to toe.

Christians we must do the same,
Or be struck down by Satan's aim.
His flaming arrows fly all around,
Intending to knock us...

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Like our smartphone powers us through our day
We have to learn to put God into play
In the most powerful way
He is in our hearts to stay
So we must start our day
Asking God for his protection when we pray

Against life's worst kind of infections
That trips us...

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In Jerusalem's Holy Temple
  the High Priest entered
the Holy-of-Holies once a year
  on that Holiest of Days, Yom Kippur

From the top of his exotic, oriental turban
  dressed for the occasion was he
Dazzling gems on a breastplate of gold
  bells ringing from...

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Each day we need our armor for the fight,
to wage the battle from daybreak to night ~
protection to wield.

The struggle is against not flesh and blood
but evil forces; enemies of God
souls, the battlefield.

The belt of truth fastened, the strong breastplate
of godliness, gospel boots laced up...

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His silhouette lines up with his preacher stretch.
He points with avid attention to the throne of God.
Though he stands, his skinny knees are bent.
He’s in the trenches with his armament.

The congregants in the old wooden church
join in juxtaposition - the shadowed armies call
to the almighty...

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Put On The Full Armor of God

“12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on...

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Hated by many, not favored by all
Nevertheless, we must answer the call
Standing on the front lines, weary and worn
Battle scars evident,  from a world full of scorn

With the belt of truth, buckled at our waist
Our message of love and His amazing grace
Our breastplate of...

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The armor of the lord is never heavy on my back. 
The fight is not just one that's fought against the flesh and blood.
For I am armed with all his righteousness against attack.
Light will overcome the darkness as we march on through the mud.

One can...

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I was attracted to her troubles, her artful exits,
her love was terrible, she hurt me in all the right ways,
hides behind the tall tree of my inspiration
whistling like a playful truth easy to please & difficult to release,
says goodbye kindly & curiously as a dream...

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"5, Pentameter"

Where goest thou scribe?
you write and write and write
but nothing right 

black lines 
words artisan 
like charcoal

who sees the marks 
pentameter scorched 
smoking invisible 

in that place

just so
branded above
the breastplate

the wrist pauses 
the sword held aloft
the thought hovers

waiting to be 
cut 
in half

and dropped
but...

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My ribcage is like a conch shell
where you can press your ear
against my narrow chest 
where the music of the ocean tides
meet the songs of the mermaids
flowing and circulating
through my heart made of ocean water
and my breastplate made of coral reefs...

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