Best Cel Poems
There are too many people walking around every single day
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say
You need to know who you are and how you came to be
And if you are a child of God you are royalty
We are all descendants of the most high God
children of the King
But if you don't have a relationship with Him
That concept doesn't mean a thing
But God says we're all royalty so we need to comprehend
That it's not our culture, it's not our race it's being creations of Him
Now the enemy is on the prowl working day and night
Trying to deter our youth from acknowledging God's light
Too much social media with Twitter, Facebook and Skype
So caught up in their Cel phones and every technological hype
But God looks at our hearts, He discerns what's inside
He's not concerned about hair color, tattoos or exposed backsides
God says we're royalty, He says we're His chosen offspring
And He called a young David to come forth and do a new thing
Now David was not a fighter he was a tender of sheep
But God can flip the script and with faith make you take the leap
God can use anyone when it comes to accomplishing His goals
He can call on the most unlikely person
and infuse him with power and control
God says we're royalty with power, majesty and might
He will bless and anoint us with grace, mercy and light
God says we're royalty and when He calls us to serve
Don't second guess His actions this appointment you deserve
To be a vessel that God will use, a means to an anointed end
To change the course of history to benefit all men
Now David was to battle but not King Saul's way
David had a god-given talent to be put on display
David was a projectile warrior a master of the slingshot
So he picked up 5 smooth stones and proceeded towards his lot
Only one stone was needed to take Golieth down
It hit that giant in the forehead
and immediately knocked him to the ground
David's actions changed the course of history
It also came to affect his entire family
Eventually David became a king
and because of his faith and behavior
His descendants became the line that produced
Jesus the Christ Our Savior
And like David I know who I am
And from Whom I came to be
And like David I'm a child of God
And God says I'm royalty
Rich chocolate 'pon my thin lips.
On taste buds twang sits
Minute; lifetime on big hips.
Now clothes don't fit
To a diet must commit
Carrots celery dip
Peanut chocolate dip permit
My pants can now zip
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: The 7/5 Trochee Poetry Contest
using choc lit as pronunciation
Celery pronounced cel ry
Black as the coal dust turned the faces
Of miners with pick-axes digging black gold
Black is beautiful we are constantly told,
And it is…regardless of skin-conscious races.
Black is the outline of cel frames unpainted
Before the artist fills in the blank spaces,
Before the reality of the light embraces
Purity of the soul will persist untainted.
written August 26, 2021
for "The Color Black" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
I forgot how to write
My God it's not sounding right
The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page
The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name
Out of the blue you chalked me on cue
To change the hue of my attitude
You say "I'll pull it right out of you
And carry this, your arrogance
An arrow in
My vow to you"
So what do I do when I've lost my voice
And need a ploy just to prove my choice
When it's true that
That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a safe man
I don't sell my soul, although you know I'd
I'd go render my last cel-shaded gold
Through a bold
But hidden code
Where love and hate they'll mold fixated in a humble abode
You see I'm not perfect
And for sure you've heard it
Oh it's true that
That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a safe man
So I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a sane man
So I can't say I'm a safe man
a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ
there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about
yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight
so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love
the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found
Beneath the salutation of stars a million people run free
most of them are in little cars, forgetting how to be
above us only skies are privy to the charms of a stars glee
with all those tiny gadgets, cel phones, & texts we don't see
how all that information, never seems to require a "WE "
Head bowed,
Face down,
Man walked
Intrigued
By his
Cel phone
As the
True world
Bypassed
His mind:
He loves
That screen,
More than
Beauty.
Touch And See
We are a society of folded ears. We opt for our apps
through touch tone effect instead of real conversation.
We are a generation of visual selects that forgo the hearing
only to embrace tap memorandum. It works great on the optic
nerve but what does it do for the hearing workout ?
We send emoticons & floating sonic hearts but sometimes
we need to be heard for .... R E A L ....
we need time that the computer can't steal...
. we read about our family members through the internet
. we listen to nature through the internet
it is easy to lose our equilibrium and feel like we are living
in a cyber wheel that doesn't stop.
A D D ... ANOTHER DIFINITION for it WOULD BE,
Applicable, * Deaf *Disorder
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU.
exista o îndoiala unedeniable Ma simt în aerul din jurul nostru . i asa doresc cu disperare sa îndeparteze ir ? poate poluarea durerii ne scapa permantantly sau va zdrobi pentru totdeauna oportunita?ile noastre de unire ?
exista o îndoiala unedeniable Ma simt în aerul din jurul nostru . i asa doresc cu disperare sa îndeparteze ir ? poate poluarea durerii ne scapa permantantly sau va zdrobi pentru totdeauna oportunita?ile noastre de unire ?
aici este testul .... spune cuvântul ?i niciodata nu te va îndoiala din nou .. da-mi un motiv sa te îndoie?ti ?i i se va arata ea a trecut . i se va presupune doar cel mai bun dintre voi . un singur lucru cer de la tine ... Scapa de tremur rea ta trimiterea la mine . ?tii care unul .. dracu ca?ea una .. da i dont place , face inconfortabil .
It seems to happen frequently
At least in this millennium
All the freedoms we enjoy
We now must keep to minimum
They say we must can cel our plans
And figure out why tissue
Has disappeared from grocer's shelves
When toilets aren't the issue
Was it a snake that put me in
This frantic need to sanitize
Or could a bat have sneaked one by
And caused this world to agonize?
I'd hardly think a wayward germ
Is gonna take my lungs out
But lis'ning to the MSM
My saner side will then doubt
Following the movie stars
In self-imposed restrictions
I'll give in to sequestering
And snub the contradictions
So now I wait to see what the
Stock market guys will guess at
And what my local diplomates
Will emphasize and stress that
Contamination headlines streak
Across the news like comets
I could not close this timely rhyme
Ignoring words like vomit.
we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts
we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail
when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend
we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul
Sequel to Intergalactic Breakdown by : Quoth Raven
Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack. I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies"
I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream
is none else then my friend Quoth, interstelling with
foreign intelligence of the fourth order...
I take a bite of the pastry, its to boot. I can tell from the grin on his face
that although he's travelled gojillion miles to run away from earth,
he is happy to be here, using his baking skills on a waterlogged planet of choice !
A non-binary service robot winks at me and offers me a palette full of
little brown shroomy things that once were, you got it ,
fungi mushrooms from earth ;
"Frazusoosh" says a tetronic voice that reminds me of my computer
when its burping out a virus;
I try and call for help but my cel goes AWOL. I hear DING DONG BLEEP
"Drack's balls! I'm stuck here for all eternity" I say to Quoth. He shrugs,
"There are worse places to be ! This Puny planet has obnoxious fumes
that corrode my chromium tail, but its not so bad. Here I can bake
magic fractal mushrooms and all"
"Oh for the love of God Quoth, your human, get it, HUMAN !"
tHE eND.
I don't need little emoticons I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place
I don't need messenger chat I need a friend with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say I'm gone
I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway
I don't want an email to say "I'm having a baby any day"
I do want to write good poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a good day cuz I haven't googled away, my day.
YOU KNOW ME
When I stop and think about it, "you astound me"
Because You, know me.
You knew me before I was a minuscule living cel
imbedded in the walls of a pre-destined womb
Before You brought me forth, "You knew me"
Before all fears, strengths and frailties "You knew me"
You all knowing God, seeing so much more
in me then I could see for myself, "You know me"
It takes my breath away, the fact that you " Know Me"
I am grateful that I don't need to worry about being
miss-construed or mis-understood...by You.
I literally relish the fact that I never have to defend
myself to You...nor...take the time to explain anything;
I can enter into Your presence without making a sound
assured that You hear every word I do not utter
You will always be a mystery to me,
I do not comprehend the sum of you but then again,
I am content to know that "YOU KNOW ME"
a re-write by Mystic Rose
Original text: JMS Bell (Authors Den)
Say can sell,
Not can't sell,
If can't sell,the deal can cel!