Best Coming Upon Poems
Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards
Riding the briny mist
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant companion
Hearing the distant voices, the silent tears
The bursts of passion ~ love and loss
I ride the wings of hope and change
Towards the beckoning landscape of
Creation, mystery, and nuance
A vibration fills the air
The quiet chanting of our ancient brothers and sisters
Their words floating in effervescent bubbles
Tinged with melodies so clear
We are one ~ We are here
Let us bathe you in light
Let us heal your wounds
Let us give you hope
We are all mirrors of one another
We share one breath
We are connected like the mycelium under the ground
Our journey is peaceful
Come to us with your pain, your heartache,
Your fear and your loss
We are here to listen
Our ears and hearts are open
You have come to a safe sanctuary to reveal your secrets
Your darkness, your desires, and your bliss
Without judgement
This is a time of renewal
Tiny green hummingbird lays lifeless on the ground
Surrounded by new life
Glittering musical notes sound as
Pink butterflies gather
Gentle wind of wings bringing change
Warm rain falls as we make our way
Through the kaleidoscopes of turquoise, teal, lime and chartreuse
Sunlight reflections
Moss, furry seedlings, and ferns
Intertwine dancing in the shafts of light
A steady illuminated procession
Sweat running down our bodies
We are a train of humanity pushing forward
Through the dense moist jungle
Coming upon a clearing to witness
The newborn baby girl wrapped in velvet greenery
A majestic glowing beacon shining her light
On all of us
Howling
The chatter of monkeys as they scramble down limbs to join us
We feel her heartbeat
We meld into one another seamlessly
Swaying gently in unison
To honor, rejoice and celebrate
Receiving the gift of what it is to be human
Slowly the child is lifted into the air
Aloft on fingertips of joy
The Circle of Life begins
And we return to the simple act
Of loving and giving to one another
Into eternity
Walking the streets of Dayton
Warning my city of the Lord’s soon arrival
Explaining the Mark of the Beast
And tribulation survival
What’s it gonna take to escape the things coming upon this earth?
I’ve been hearing stories about this time coming since my birth
All ears are peeled
Curiosity is peeked
The citizens of my city don’t want to be deceived
They don’t know who the Antichrist is
But they sure don’t like the President
Whenever his name is mentioned a sour look comes upon their faces
No matter who I speak with…
The Veterans, the widows, the elderly…
They say, “HELL NO! YOU’RE NOT GONNA PUT NO CHIP IN ME!”
They’re flaming mad and speak of rights and guns
This is my cause
This is my city
Their blood is on my hands
I must do what I am called to do
I must walk the streets of my city
Everyone must do their part to pave the way for the Messiah
Everyone must tell the masses what will happen if they are left behind
Don’t keep the truth from them
Let them have the raw facts
The U.N. troops are already here and they have their survival packs
The world leaders have their bomb shelters
And the little people have Jesus
Spread the gospel and love my city so they may escape all this
Destruction is coming, Dayton! Get your hearts right with the Messiah!
He is the only hope we have for tomorrow
He is on the other side of the sun rise
Repent and live holy
Surrender your will to the King
Get down upon your knees my neighbors
Make him your everything
What’s the Antichrist gonna promise you?
A drink of fresh water? Temporary shelter?
He only cares about killing off the human race quickly
And putting us all ten feet under
Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ
Be as wise as the Serpent and escape all these things!
Gwendolen Rix
9-30-14
The Glory Is Coming
The Glory of God is coming upon the church. God's presence will come upon His people and the Glory of God will heal divisions and splinters in His church.
This is going to prepare the body of Christ for the coming of our Savior Jesus Christ.
Whole nations will be turning to God. They will be down on their knees before Him. People on street corners repenting of their sins down on their knees,
crying out to the Lord. Great repentance of millions of people will be saved all over the world. Get ready the Glory of God is coming.
The angels of the Lord will be everywhere, standing ministering. We need to let our lights shine so that we will be winning souls for Him. Also, at this time, we need to stay very close to Him. He says, "I am the vine, and you are the branches", we cannot bear fruit without Him.
There will be fire, incredible fire of the Holy Ghost that will start falling on churches. They have been resisting the power of God but, now the fear of God is coming and with it FIRE! God is going to warn them, this is their final chance. Also, we need to pray as we have never prayed before.
God bless,
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Again I slide my blade through my pale skin
Blood flows freely from my wrist
Cuts are scattered across my body
Despair darkens my soul
Empty eyes stare back at me from the mirror
Fear of what I am becoming wracking my body
Gripping my arms to stop an endless flow of crimson
Hearing sobs in the distance
I then realize they are coming from me
Just as soon as I realize this my knees buckle
Knowing that I am broken beyond repair
Love will never visit one as broken as me
My hands leave my wrists
Now I just let the blood flow
Once upon a time I had hope
Perhaps if I live I will again
Quietly Death is coming upon me
Rushing to comfort my broken soul
Soothing the pain from my heart and body
Taking me in his warm embrace
Unlike the living Death gives a safety I have never felt
Very slowly a smile spreads across my face
With arms open wide Death excepts my broken soul
"Xenagogue lead me home"
"Yes child suffer no more,
Zoetic you are not"
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Sister to four older biological brothers
Lover of God, Home, and Family
One who feels affection deeply, concern for many, and intrigued with nature
Who fears wars, plagues, and disasters coming upon the world and universe
One who would like to see peace on earth, nature at its best, and love overflowing
Resident of West Central Georgia
Kendrick
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Adopted sister to two older brothers and one older sister who died in infancy
Lover of God, Home, And Family
One who feels insecure, needs to be perfect, and close to nature
Who fears what horrible things are coming on this earth
One who would like to see families stay intack, love overflowing, and nature at its best
Resident of West Central Georgia, The Universe, And One Day Heaven
Kendrick
I am like the tree that is split into two trunks..I was born to one family then adopted by another but share in with adoption into the family of God..The change in the poem is the fact that I was adopted so a major change in my life.
All of this written on : April 16, 2015
brothers we be, brother we be free
brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing inspiration from each other
and being heroes someday we be
we also put words in Kristina's mouth
she didn't mind, she was like us
this was back in the late 60's
in the land of the midnight sun, Norway
it was also during a time in history
of the viet nam war where these Americans were being protested against
numerous time, i remember,
the house windows being spray painted and broken
brothers we be
brother we be free
we also faced hostility from neighboring kids, much older kids
to the sword fights we go
we fought gallantry
with our little weenie sticks we would fought with so much
gallantry, so gallantry
the kind we would roast weenies and marshmallows on
we were Spartans, fighting passionately
honing our skills for these mean kids
and let me tell you those weenie sticks hurt
it hurt our backside when i sliced off mom's roses
let me tell you
brothers we be
brother we be free
we were also mischief
stealing dads cigs and liquor
sneaking out late at night to our tree forth
one time with Kristina
and let me tell those tree forts hurt our backside
let me tell you, i kid you not
especially when Kristina's dad told ours, ouch
brothers we be
brother we be free
against the neighboring kid we held our own
let me tell, me and lil bro
earning respect on the fjords
fishing, canoeing, swimming
in winter
skiing, especially long jumping and hockey
summer months playing soccer
in time we were ingratiating ourselves with the hood
let me you we did
the best was taking a hike deep into the forest one day
coming upon an inhabited cabin
breaking in, stealing some reindeer horns, girly mags
cookies and sweets
it was passage of life, it forged memories
for two brothers that grew some balls, conviction
experience growing up fast to protect their honor against the hood
but mostly, mostly
brothers we be
brother we be free
connie pachecho
1/21/17
All the demons had to now was patiently wait, knowing time was the best form of attack. Knowing the Phoenix was to powerful to to fight, knowing his will to succeed could never be matched. So they did what he himself had once done, fought fire with fire and burned his family and friends. The Phoenix coming upon the flames, watched it burn, the fire consuming his soul, swore vengeance, now deadly and very determined. Knowing their mistake, the demons returned to hell, warning the masses that the spawn their hell created, the Phoenix, was on his way back. And with hate in his heart and Love by his side the survival of hell wouldn't stand a chance. For their master, afraid of defeat escaped the day the Phoenix gave flight, escaped armed with manipulation and lies. Laughter quickly fills the tainted souls, for as the Phoenix approached, their master, the purest evil, Love, their standing at his side. For Love had created the Phoenix, and now Love, whispered, welcome to hell, your birth place, your home... This whole time I, Love have made you believe we could survive hell together....... Love you where always alone.
Form:
Once upon a time
In a vast kingdom of Modern land
Oddly not in a far far a way suburban
Was there a pretty girl
Prettier than the Venus, some claimed
Softer than petals of rose, maids alleged
She was skinny, not eating much
Her maintenance fee were low you might have thought
Her skin softened by Elizabeth Arden moisturizing cream
Her lips were pumped with filling injections so sleek
Red and juicy, arranged to be kissed
By the charming prince’s scruffy skin
Her eyes were bright with different shades of green
Evidently with the help of her favorite optometrist
Botox was her real friend next to her phone
To hide the frown lines even on her jawbones
Her dad had a heart stroke and sadly he died
They say natural cause, I’d say coming upon bills of cosmetic route
Stepmother being mean and nasty as narrators always would define
Didn’t pay for this nonsense no more, how unpleasant of her soul
Snow White of course slammed the door and left all behind
To seven guys for funding, as one she knew could never oblige
Dwarfs dug out diamonds day and night all the time
Their axes broke, their body became excessively sore
Grumpy was forced to take some anger management class
Sleepy went on anxiety pills so he could have a nap
Happy was no longer jolly, struggled with sever depression
Bashful forgot to be shy burst out at the end of the day
“We don’t want you here, please go back to where you descended to us!
Not even our diamonds can suffice this crazy course.”
evicted Snow white got a job at McDonald’s
Was grateful for every penny she gradually grossed
Real life is not about looks or pricy fashion
What dwells inside us has a greater passion
Nobody is expecting us to look like some cover girl image
God is smiling at our curves and flaws, take courage
You are beautiful just the way you naturally are
Won’t you love my big nose and squared jaws?
Feb 3, 2016
"I wrote this for the Once Upon a Time" contest but realized later that Snow White wasn't included in the theme... So here I am.. (With minor amnesia, I guess). Hope that you will like it :)
I often see people walking with a lot of pride.
They’re not ashamed, and have nothing to hide.
There’s a lot of things that people are proud of.
We’ve all done sinful things to speak of.
Some boast of various contributions they’ve made.
And speak of charities that they’ve paid.
In all of man’s accomplishments, where are we today?
When was the last time someone took time to pray?
The Bible says that we’ve all sinned and fallen short.
We’ll never measure up, in God’s righteous court!
In spite of man’s efforts, we have a sin problem!
No matter how smart we are. We can’t solve them!
The only hope to ever finding a way of redemption…
Is to admit our sin, and accept God’s salvation!
Without Christ’ shed blood, we’re forever lost!
Let’s we not focus on ourselves, but the cross!
The judgment of God is coming upon us!
Let’s humble ourselves and seek his forgiveness!
Please come Lord Jesus, and cleanse us within!
As we acknowledge and confess our sins!
Pride goes before a fall… That’ll trip us up!
Let’s accept God now… And not give up!
Acknowledging a need for a savior is needed!
It’s only then that a life can be completed!
By Jim Pemberton 08/20/14
America Has Sinned Against God!
God is awesome! And keeps his love’s covenant!
He shares this with those who love him, in abundance!
But America has sinned and rebelled
against the laws he’s given!
We’ve turned away from his righteous way of livin’!
We haven’t listened to his prophets from long ago!
And have brought his holy wrath upon our souls!
The lord is righteous! But we’re covered with shame.
And have brought dishonor to God’s holy name!
We’ve been scattered, because of unfaithfulness!
We have disobeyed God’s call for righteousness!
God is merciful and forgiving, in spite of our rebellious way.
We need to listen to his word, and what HE has to say!
We have transgressed HIS laws, with those of our own.
And have brought his judgment into our homes!
The curses written by Moses, are coming upon us!
Very soon, we shall see much disaster all around us!
The God who brought Israel out of bondage, wants to free us!
Just look at the many addictions
that are with us!
God, please hear the prayers, as your people call you!
America is at a crossroads… And really needs you!
Please don’t forsake us now! Please come and heal us!
America needs to come and ask you to forgive us!
God is and will always be what America has needed!
Without him… This country is defeated!
By Jim Pemberton 06/05/14
Read Daniel 9:4-17
i remember when life was deemed hard
and entitlement meant you could work as such
i remember when you could depend on your neighbor
listening to opposition without need to prejudge
i remember when the smartest guys in the room
were the laureated scientists of Nobel stature
i remember when t'was better to save than consume
and the supply side didn't come from Mrs. Thatcher
i remember when coming upon where the money lay
wasn't justified as reason to have a field day
i remember when MBA's weren't humanities masters
when fatherless children were the ones called bastards
i remember what's forgotten by capital economists
when caring for people wasn't a taunt calling communist
i'll remember tomorrow what today's been cast away
that actions are louder than acts of morality play
too, i remember times, when there were robber barons
when peoples hardships where even more transparent
and men sold apples on the corner for a penny
children slept hungry, 'cause they didn't have any
food or shoes to wear, or even a bed to lay upon
and the Barons or Kings or Pinkerton's rings
made the future's prospect a bleak phenomenon
only the fortunate few could pull life's strings
now remembering when men in sandals and robes
wandered the lands to prophet the peoples
to preach and to teach, to soulfully probe
spiritual concepts that all souls are equal
i remember that yesterday is cast solid in past
of stone or bronze or your own choice of metaphor
i remember that tomorrows promise can outlast
possibilities that we too, can become dinosaurs
© Goode Guy 2013-06-21
WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE
My memories of yesterday are hazy at best
Perhaps they’ve faded away at retribution’s request
Yet somehow I remember popcorn and pop-guns as a child
And then came seventeen when I discovered poppy plants grow wild
My adolescent days are difficult to recall
I hardly remember too many of them at all
But with great difficulty I found a way to cope
For then came seventeen when I discovered dope
I remember she and me holed up in a seedy hotel
It wasn’t but should have been dubbed “Hotel Hell’
Because that’s where the shadows of its hallways had finally led
While I was shooting up on the floor and she upon the bed
In the land of the rising sun is from where the powder came
And there was no one except she and I to blame
Somehow slanted eyes knew precisely what to do
And how to make heroin from the poppies they all grew
We’d checked into that hotel with empty luggage in tow
We left them behind so the clerk never knew when we’d go
We ran up a charge for room service to order up some food
But the dope we had injected mitigated hunger’s mood
Seventeen is now coming upon seventy too fast
And ever fades the remembrances of a very shady past
They are mostly visions my mind commands me not to save
However before I turned twenty I was visiting six very good friend’s grave
© 2011.…..free cee!
Coming upon…
Morose shabby hovelled homes
Heat scorched children playing
Sun bleached innocence
Resolve slowly evaporating
In the arid wasteland heat of
The badlands of Wounded Knee
Brilliant pallid…
Laundry whites on outside lines
A broken spirit of surrender
Sun blanched innocence
The tribal elders sullen smiles
Kilned into perfections ersatz in
The fires of Wounded Knee
Night elapses…
Reprieve called for in the Anepe
Under the stifling desert heat
Sun burned innocence
Dry fields lay across this wasteland
Only the proud Sioux spirit endures in
The shadows of Wounded Knee
The Good News is for people
who have a sickness and need to be healed,
and healing starts with a reborn spirit,
but spiritual blindness won't make one look upward,
to ask for forgiveness and becoming whole;
the Good News can give you a new heart
with their revelatory message full of promise...
coming upon you form the Divine Source!
Who has the audacity to blame God
for not intervening in the world's affairs,
whose troubles are too numerous to mention?
Starvation causes incurable diseases,
bizarre and unrestrained sexual behavior kills;
state after state approves of the same sex marriage:
Sodom and Gomorrah lives on
with their merry-making mocking!
And the same individuals who frequent
holy places, in which they worship their god with vain praises,
condone the filth and ugliness already tolerated by society,
making easier for them to express their sexuality
in offensive ways and disobey God's commandment;
two men taking the role of a lovable daddy,
and two women that of a devoted mommy?
Aren't they sending the wrong message to those tiny beings?
If men lay with men and women with women;
conception is denied the joy of blissful birth,
and the screams of babes, coming out of the belly,
won't be heard anymore...what an awful pity
for children not to have mom's and dad's affection:
to live a normal childhood on this beautiful earth!
O lost and uncaring people, receive and hear with elation,
the Good News with their revelatory message of salvation!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
LONESOME
SOUND
Old man said he could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
and they could write a song about that.
Said he could tell how many cars a train freighted
just by how sad was its wail.
Old man said, trains usually sounded out at crossings or towns
or coming upon another train. Said
No. 149 out of St. Louis left
the towns a hundred miles back.
Had no call to think about
meeting another train'til Lander.
Or maybe Crawford.
Old man said, keening cross the plains like that
only thing took it to heart was
coyotes and jack rabbits. Mayhap
a snake or two, sunning hisself on the rails.
Said, last run she made, leaned on her whistle
from the Missouri straight through to the Rockies.
Never let up, just hollered cross the land
like the world come undone.
Like something lost
couldn't never be right again.
I said how that train was probly thinking
of the long empty plains ahead.
Of fenceposts ticking by
and cattle scabbing up the buffalo grass.
Thinking of passing unseen and unheard
the grassed-over soddies hunched at springs
once piped now trickling through old stock ponds.
Of empty match-box homesteads
timber-bleached and bowed before the
vast order of sun and sky.
Of tilted windmills wheeling, listless
as a fly wing-plucked and turning, turning
round on bleary heat-cracked panes
what look myopic upon the prairie
the grass, the sky, the land to come.
Old man looked at the middle distance. Said
don't know but she wailed for the thought
of her last pull through the pass at Lander stockyards.
Or for what she maybe wouldn't find
coming out t'other side.