Best Comprehends Poems
Take AI’s verses
and make them yours,
fake wisdom through
generated synonyms,
stolen from
the thesaurus of thieves.
Maybe there are no pages for
inkless minds
that lack creativity,
or maybe pigments
in their ink have no stability.
Originality comes
from an authentic realm,
so why become a poetic predator,
stealing this pain,
and claiming it
as your own
testimony of healing.
Think twice when
you confuse
my silence as blindness.
I can see through
those soulless words,
that hold no
meaning nor insight.
You influence me to
question if your
quill actually
comprehends the
depths of the
metaphors I’ve woven.
Poetry is not always
defined by iambic pentameters,
nor by syllables
and insincere irony
articulated as
illusive imagery
in your fabricated foolery,
as every stanza is
how a poet perceives the world,
weaving words
into artistic confessions.
A poet’s heart is
graphically
bleeding upon
the edges of a canvas,
sketching sentiments
in shades of scarlet and sangria,
dipped in acute
amaranth acrylic.
You copy generated
text on
your virtual feed,
finding opportunities
to paraphrase someone
else’s personal prose,
yet remain ignorant to
feel their aura
from screens far away
FEELINGS
Feelings,
Masters of my destiny
Lords of my life
Strength of my dreams
Instigators of my actions
Burning fire you are
Consuming my whole
Being:
My heart
My mind
My soul
My spirit,
As you relentlessly
Demand:
To be conceived
To be formulated
To be understood
To be expressed!
A Herculean task it is,
I swear,
Such an enterprise,
For how one could ever
Constrain, you, the unconstrained
And mold you into:
Phonemes
Syllables
Words
Phrases
Sentences
And still, retain
Your explosive
Dynamism?
No language exists,
So vast
So deep
So accurate
So supple
As to pay justice,
To your intensity
To your desire
To your beauty
To your love!
Thus, having no
Alternative,
I turn to the only language
There is,
The one that the
Cosmos speaks,
And
The universe alone
Comprehends:
The language of
Harmony,
That we humans
POETRY name
BUT
Even then
To describe you
I AM UNABLE!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2013
you can't break what's already broken nor forsake what's been forsaken
every love song is a ghost story ~ when velvet skies dimmed our glory
no one really comprehends ~ how deep into the core it descends
cloaked with invincible clouds , afraid to let tear-stained ink pour and set
silenced tongues sing in solitude ~ knitting metaphors misunderstood
hushed voices echo amidst smoky lungs ~ tainted through deafened art
How
can a
poet, one
who comprehends
the compulsion to
create; who mirrors grace
with the grace of words, lack faith?
The fact I would even need to
ask this question is, for me, more a
mystery than the existence of God.
For Brian Strand's
WHATEVER any theme/any form MAX 12 lines Poetry Contest
True, Moses wrote of righteousness, one based upon the law.
But Paul proffered an alternate, eschewed the tragic flaw.
Salvation based on works alone: a concept misapplied.
For all, not most, have fallen short; to live thus was to die.
The argument that he put forth: the wage of sin is death.
The proof that all have fallen short: each takes a final breath.
The second Adam changed it all, met on Damascus Road,
His work, reduced to rubbish, trash, and kicks against the goads.
A righteousness that's based on faith asks not who will ascend;
See, Christ has come down to the world, and faith thus comprehends.
And neither does a right faith seek descent to the abyss,
For Christ has risen from the dead, a point some seem to miss.
A right faith knows the word is near, there in your mouth and heart,
Components of a saving grace, the twain shall never part.
For if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is the LORD,
Your heart believes God raised him up, salvation, faith's accord.
For heart's belief is justified, and mouth's confession saved,
And all those who believe in Him are thus no more enslaved.
For there is no distinction now between the Jew or Greek,
For the same Lord is Lord of all, shows grace to all who seek.
But how then will they call on Him in whom they've not believed?
And how shall they believe in Him, when ears have not received?
And how are they supposed to hear, unless someone will preach?
And how are they to preach the word unless they're sent to each?
How beautiful, the feet of those delivering good news!
Not all obey what they have heard, Isaiah thus once mused.
"Lord, who believed what he has heard from us?" the prophet said.
But faith comes through the word of Christ, its hearing raises dead.
Now faith by works indeed is true, a point I must not shirk,
But only faith that's placed in Him, rests in His finished work.
(from Romans 10)
Forget the world and listen to your heart.
No one really cares whether close or apart.
Only you only you can change yourself,
Be the golden novel chosen from old book shelf.
The indiviual created by providence is only you,
Show this to all not in a sense even one could have a clue.
Just ponder over your capabilities,
Strive on your failures taking them as your casualties.
Work till as it gonna lasts forever,
live as today only was the last rain of life shower.
Keep friends close bt enemies closer,
Fight with friends but have sympathy for rival growers.
The day u reach at the top,
Just come back with a next better hope.
Night when you will fall down,
Wake up; smile with the mother earth brown.
Don't teach anyone a way to live life ,
No one actually needs your guide.
Life is as easy as you think,
Have the patience with which you can stand still.
To live in ,heart is the best room,
Dont wait for a bride or a groom.
My heart listens and comprehends me very well,
Then why didn't i try to leave this world of hell.
Poetry:
Sees the unseen
Hears the unheard
Comprehends the incomprehensible
Praises our feelings
Exalts our love
Glorifies our God
Describes nature
Expresses beauty
Gives wings to inspiration
Poetry,
The heavenly language
That
The devotees of the Muses use
For
To paint reality as our Lord meant
Reality to be:
Divine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 December 2018
Ah, life, indefinable concept,
The engine that roars, purrs or dies;
Inspiring or damning or neutral,
Sincere or a tissue of lies.
My friend, I must tell of emotions,
Crush adversity into the dirt;
We should dance like there's nobody watching,
And love like it's not going to hurt.
People say friends should hold hands
To show they eternally care;
But real friends don't, they already know
The other hand always is there.
I love you but we're not in love,
My soul mate who so comprehends;
We need only be there for each other,
For such is the nature of friends.
Love, is power thereof in many notions of life
one conscience of two notions, chaotic or *cosmos
how can life be right of a notion... chaotic
or a *plagion nature be instructor of the cosmos
therefore learn from the power of who you are
let the godly nature, teach the plagion soul
The dark shadows of death’s nature looms
in the shadows of the illusions of false self
shadowed, illusions creeping, having no power of self
as darken images from true selves divided appear
under cover of counterfeit shadows in motion...
evil trees producing only fruits of death
Counterfeits selves appear as light comprehends darkness...
pending a choice made... to be or not to be *Agape,
love... one conscience... one power... cosmos or chaotic
the choice Precept... by Agape’s intellectual decree
verse life’s concept, to be or not to be of love’s decree
a light of love or darkness of death in shadowed illusion
* Cosmos - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmos Cached
The cosmos is a complex and orderly system, such as our Universe; the opposite of Chaos. It is the Universe regarded as an ordered system.
*ORIGIN from Latin plagiarius 'kidnapper', from Greek plagion 'a kidnaping'.’
*What is agape love? - GotQuestions.org
www.gotquestions.org/agape-love.html Cached
Question: "What is agape love?" Answer: The Greek word agape is often translated "love" in the New Testament. How is "agape love" different from other types of love?
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
“ 1Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. 2So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don't know where they have put him!” Acts 20:1-2 NIV
There’s An Empty Tomb in Jerusalem,
Where Christ slept for three days;
Then was resurrected—
His Father above to highly praise.
He slept upon the Sabbath,
Until that Sunday morn,
But arose early in the day;
When victory over evil was born.
That empty tomb’s a reminder
That Christ is living now;
Resurrected from the dead—
By His Father’s power to endow.
He’s the only religious leader
To leave an empty grave;
All other religions are ‘works’;
Useless hope of heaven to crave.
That empty tomb is precious,
Because it is a sign—
Of the fact that evil’s conquered,
And very soon will be benign.
Man is given victory—
Over sin and over death.
Through the righteousness of Christ,
Each soul finds heaven’s hearth.
That empty tomb’s a mystery
That only God comprehends;
A reminder of His love,
And the mercy that He sends.
Because He truly loves us,
He found a way to recall—
All His righteous children;
A heavenward journey to enrol.
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
When it comes to being a good father what do most young black men see?
Can they picture their fathers passing down any legacies?
Do they remember any male bonding or talks on how to be good men?
Do they have any perceptions or even comprehend?
Unfortunately too many households are single parent with only a mother in residency
Caused by incarceration, unemployment and dysfunctional inadequacies
Too many don't have a clue of what a good father should be
As the father factor in their lives was one of obscurity
But God is the ultimate father figure to each and every man
And if you desire to be like Him read His words and follow His plans
To become a good father you must examine the Holy Scriptures
And hopefully you'll be able to obtain a good father picture
Now tapping into God's heavenly Twitter account
And Facebooking the Gospel to see what its all about
Fully prepared to formulate, cultivate and stimulate your spiritual life
So that your behavior and way of thinking lines up with Jesus the Christ
A picture of a good father is a man who leaves a financial legacy
So that his children won't exist in a state of abject poverty
By showing them how to save and how to invest
Leaving a fruitful inheritance and a full hope chest
A picture of a good father is a man whose vine is rooted in a strong foundation
And structured to lift him up in godly formation
Respectful, resilient, loving, loyal and kind
Of strong moral conviction and secure in his mind
Knowing who he is and what he could be
And having healthy relationships with every member of his family
So if you're broken, bitter, angry and have any doubts
Seek God and a professional to help you work it out
And i say this to all women and I hope you receive
You need to let a man be a man to his family
Stop disrespecting him and put your anger and pride to the side
He is doing the best he can so work with him by walking stride for stride
A picture of a good father is a man concerned about his community
Who comprehends we live in a global society
A man who gets involved and not stay isolated
As we are all a part of this world that God created
A picture of a good father is a man who loves and respects his family and community
A man strongly rooted, striding humbly and secure in his spirituality
The Suffering HE Bore
We will never fully understand the depth of the suffering
that our Savior bore on the tree of Calvary,
nor the pain of separation from His Father that He wept through
during His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.
This Savior and Son of the Most High God we can surely see
what tremendous love for man he has shown,
Yet we can only scratch the mere surface no matter how much in Him
that we have grown
How can mortal man fully understand the way our God
even comprehends and thinks,
His infinite wisdom and the understanding He exemplifies as He
grasps the problems of the whole universe while we have only the time to blink.
When the Lord Jesus left Heaven for us and came
down to the lowly level of man,
it is truly the picture of a King leaving His palace and
taking up residence in a large garbage can.
And what about His honor and authority having His
angels snap to attention at His command,
then in contrast His creation was laughing and scorning and jeering at Him
only to strike Him with the back of their hands!
He, trying His best
wanted the good for man to see,
that He is Creator God Who has come down
to man’s level and with him He had chosen to plead!
Oh, at times, I know with me
I caused Him to be wroth,
while dealing with ignorance on my part
yet patiently He endured and finally I understood what He had to me, taught!
The Darling of Heaven as they say
came from Heaven to reside in the lowly town of Galilee,
oh, won’t you hear His call to save you as I heard
and gladly chose and let Him save me.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
July 19, 2015
Constance-Rambling Poet For Contest: Among The dead
By John Moses Freeman
~It is said of Raven the dead are fed…
she walks in death’s broad ways among the tombs…
in the valley of the shadow of death…
she speaks, they comprehend her bequeath!
~But death’s Lord be also Lord of life…
his paradox thus be life and death…
death having become mercy, where is thy sting…
what of illusions but life vesting death's fling!
~Souls treading in death’s dark and shadowed valley…
having become wise as the serpent’s part…
making straight and narrow the crooked place…
lift up serpent's cure on a pole for a space!
~Adamant be the particles of light’s truth…
adapted to dark illusions of scheme…
until their serpent's darkness be filled…
judgment fulfilled beseeches grave's cruel seal!
~Raven darkness be sister of the graves…
her serpent divided her from light…
in darkness she proves the plight…
for darkness comprehends not truth’s light!
~Adamant love betwixt is a fulcrum’s glue…
transpires chaos to order as one truth…
thus the shadowed sister of darkness plight…
is approved of elect lady’s light!
~ Thus in the very essence of Raven...
truth of her life destiny is engraved in...Selah!
By John Moses Freeman
For Contest: Among The dead
In Honor of Constance-Rambling Poet
As the foggy veil drifts 'pon the vale
The moisture layer stays
Creating acoustic so fine
On the symphony plays
"I have a Father who knows my name"
He understands my needs
The longings of my human heart
In the morn's quiet He feeds
"And He hears me when I call"
My desires comprehends
Draws me to marvel at nature
Its beauty has no end
He sends dewdrops' moisture daily
'Pon roses it descends
All my desires He understands
Each one he comprehends
"He knows my name, its written there"
Soon He will call me home
Human to spirit I'll transcend
I'll be at peace~Shalom
The sun has cast purple this morn
Now a deep gold it brings
Soon it will heat the good earth
Creating fall's wellspring
Out On The Porch
Inspiration: "He Knows My Name" Praise And Worship
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