Best Concordance Poems
THE NEW JERUSALEM
THE FIRST STANZA
Have thou ever seen such a concordance?
A new relation between man and beast
For beyond these hostile hills lies a place where the boisterous Bacchus feast
Imagine the fruits of Adam grow on a common tree
Where all would merry, ebony and ivory
Slave and free
Imagine the seven rivers meet at a widen strait
For today good has triumph over evil
Love burns up hate
The New Jerusalem is not a truce between Zion and Arabia.
Nor is it the fall of another great wall
It is not the end to man’s vicious battles fought with monstrous infernos, sulphur and thunder
But it encompasses all
THE SECOND STANZA
Have thou ever seen such an enterprise?
Where the stars would rejoice
For the lachrymal clouds would start to sing and dance at the slightest hearing of the voice
Oh! Pure ecstasy! Elysium devour me please
For a lamb has made it so
Imagine a land replenished with trees, gardens and lakes
Where untold pearls and diamonds grow
Imagine the Pandora’s box once unlocked now thrown into its abysmal grave
For a thousand pieces of silver, gold and mace
Is no equal to the deeds of the brave
The New Jerusalem is not the new –found romance between Babylonia and the Eagle.
Nor is it the coalescence of Prussia
It is all that is said and will be said
And not the rebirth of Russia
By Akanbi Olusegun
Copyright 2003.
Inside-Out with all the psycho-babble.
Multifaceted melange - merry and melancholy.
My pen’s prophetic,
authentic,
inadequate.
Hazel eyes that ponder divinity:
See the world.
See God through the world.
See the people.
Empathize with earthly beings.
Fall to my knees.
Seek inspiration.
Grab it with gusto.
Don’t wait for the brain to catch up.
I observe the peculiarities in my familiar space.
I often hide behind the blinds.
Occasions, work, and friends -
push me out into the serendipitous sun and clouds.
Clench books on dusty shelves.
Throw them into a shopping cart -
they’re all free.
Attempt to organize floaters -
those iotas, that crystallize,
to form a complete thought.
Exhaustive concordance of my travels -
violets, forget-me-knots, tulips,
and fear and sorrow
The viscous web of grandiose heights -
zip lines, edge of mountains, glacier treks.
Falling...falling back on my knees.
Confident? Conceited?
A poet - that’s me.
And ideas materialize -
with family and strangers,
life and death.
The affectation of emotion, pondered.
Like a journalist, I report roller-coaster happenings.
You see, I used to merely have an emotion,
get comfortable in its chair.
Now I play with it,
craft my joy or despair.
The mirror cracks -
my reflection
as I grow wizened,
with a chromatic symphony
of mystique.
TO ACCLIMATE ACADEMIA - SOCIAL THEOLOGICAL STUDIES
Once God confused the languages, humanity processed out to form religion.
Yet, creation had given us our own separate places
WHEREFORE, the Berlin Wall was placed to confront differences in opinion.
Was one nation negated?
History has shown us that man is his own dilemma, woman is his triumph, and child is his neglect when he is not about the future but only the past.
Do we speak on what’s wrong?
Or, do we stand by until all hope is gone?
Was the walk just a facade?
Did this solve any problems?
As the universe, we diversify.
But in a world that is structure around immigration, informed by origin and enslavement, diversification is divergently challenge through discrimination and hate crimes.
Opposing a wrongful world to define the mundane is when humankind abominates from the atrocities described.
Reforming a rightful mind brings a positivist unity that has never been in our lives.
Unanimity, concordance, and harmony discreet.
Our political leaders are not embracing antiquity...
Instead, they relic the identity.
Will it end?
The revelation that is not shown.
Is this a threat to human life formed?
Inner body is the secret chamber.
In the body will it remain?
To put before requires us to apply one thing to another.
Individuals populate as people.
One person left out can cause a crucifixion where pain is the affliction.
In that suffering is so great, abhorrence is by fate,
Social theologically I write to depart insight from hindsight.
Through not so freely gave because a mind is to decipher to become a sage
Positing my thoughts for others to decrypt is fine and dandy.
Of course, it is.
Gen that consigns philosophers to seek the truth, insofar as the Tarot reader sees from the spread of cards.
As a result, the world has become the universe.
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Written August 01, 2016!
According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
Allegorical
Moral and
Anagogical senses
The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church
The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal
The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture
But also the realities and
Events
About which it speaks can be signs
The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism
The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction
The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem
A medieval couplet summarizes the significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny
It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment
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The body summons the soul
And together they commune
With breathe of burning ardour...
Compose baritone in concordance
Of larghetto soprano….
Mesh with pulsating beat
Of Deep throbbing heart
Possess by rhapsodic Afro-juju spirit…
And the world comes to a stand still
Listening…!
The moon jigs her backside
And tilts the mass of the basin fluid…
Lento ascend the euphonic resonance…!
The earth quake and tear apart
As the river washes body and soul
And discharge into the hollow emptiness
Of her moist pit…
All dead… and the world moves again!
(….Just imagining).
I WRITE BECAUSE
If there's someone who reads my lines,
the scriptures that I quote.
If question, or accept new thoughts,
pray poems ... give them hope.
Hope, to victims of drug abuse,
child abuse, neglect, rape.
To those due to pigment of skin,
centuries ... victims of hate.
Comfort, to those who've made choices,
forever they regret.
Abortions, lives killed in action,
sins ... pray someday forget.
Hope, to all those whose lives' shattered,
and can't get past the pain.
Whose stress, plus just daily living,
makes efforts ... feel in vain.
Scriptures, the basis of conclusions,
Bible Topics researched.
Many overturned teachings, that
in youth ... I learned in church.
If there is anyone who reads,
thoughts opposite to their own.
Bible concordance confirms God's
truths, as if by Him ... they're shown.
Only want to share Bible truths,
with meek hearts, opened wide.
To aid them in discovering,
"New Truths" ... I found inside.
Hope they will know I write because,
entirely to God's praise.
That I have offered trust in God,
behind each thought ... and phrase.
September 11, 2020
When dusk was the tea candle
interrupting a rain-soaked page of sight,
I read it inside a subway train
one warm Manhattan night.
I sat and watched it haunting me,
with light born through the window.
It glimmered inches beneath my throat,
it floated golden brown,
endowing the proportions of a saint
on all the frame fallen round me.
It was cosmic vision of eternity,
but still no saint lives here,
it was a ray of light of cheer,
the wax of this vision tearing own ears off,
a puppet born of silence, and yet
a peace can be said to have been
seen there,
there in that glowing reflection.
It was a warm heron flickering blue flame
deep within that cave of thundering trains,
with hegemony of lace,
with concordance of tripes,
it follows noone now.
Graded ten out of ten in this crusade,
A progressing cascade that doesn’t fade,
Self-made, self-aware word engineer,
Deploying cutting edge concepts into the atmosphere,
Projected from the celestial sphere,
Today I appear, The first of May on this calendar year,
Shifting up a gear throwing nuclear bombs,
Destroying you all and taking gold, silver and bronze,
My mind is stronger than ya strong’s concordance,
Undeniably notorious and the wisest in this enterprise,
An allied movement,
Got the Oracle on my side bringing allegorical development,
Always in it to win, prudent as I’m in this,
A student with higher consciousness, bringing these hypothesis,
Scary like Newton’s theories with force of metamorphosis,
Effortless with divine providence because of self-confidence,
Believing spirits of Old Wise Men are my influences,
Or are they from Demons?
This is my dilemma, beaming from hell or heaven?
Streaming to my brains antenna,
An evil agenda or from a source higher? and put into this cypher,
Peace to the past generals as I desire what’s wiser,
This is in my will for after I’m gone and transformed,
Striking insight in written form, the advisor for all,
These thoughts I have called out for could maul you,
My views, with superior dialect matched with out-of-this world intellect,
Collected, dissected and selected,
Organized rhymes I’ve requested,
Like the writings of Genesis with emphasis,
Comprehended correctly will bring great benefits,
Deadly when read with no intelligence,
Venomous alphabet recipes I’m pioneering,
Bearing surreal appeal with these writings I conceal,
Because the majority of people are sealed within their socialist ideals,
So wake up to your own minds and see what’s being revealed.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 1.5.2016
by Michaelw1two
Heart fire is fueled by truth not lie,
thus gifts all minds serene;
permutes a consciousness confused,
result a soul of facet sheen;
perverse lapse, irresolute trait,
venal view rebuked by mien;
synteresis returned foremost,
no room for grayish id between.
Expand in consciousness, reprove past view,
embrace cosmolatry;
concordance, life’s dance empirical,
in soul tune inner ballatry;
consensus pleads, relate to all,
firstborn progeny of beatific latry;
coalesce resolve and refute obduracy,
reject bitter barratry.
Panoptic sight,
is found in the core of minds that ideate;
fortitude rekindles ebbing credulity,
thoughts soon elaqueate;
empowering self one’s privilege,
become truth’s malleate;
certitude redemptory proof,
be no partisan to wicked illaqueate.
Asterisms reveal times augury,
in souls and upon firmament;
exemplify divine embrace,
as bosomed is life’s colliquament;
prolific incitation named,
physical being specific sacrament;
regardant shuns a look behind,
rapt of rapture's delirament.
Precocious each must be,
our best bestowed on us prebirth;
candour freed of callousness,
at birth all know their worth;
anthropical question,
is life poised to rebuild faith’s hearth;
eversion, soul deputes the flesh,
temple filled, aeon enforth.
Jan 2010
Allow me to tantalize you with a glimpse of my inner self.
Artistic in nature, wordy or just a line drawing of beauty,
that captures my core of thought.
Independent to some extent; my mind continually wonders and
wanders aimlessly about, searching viscerally for solace of
tranquility/harmony in a life that has been full of uncertainty.
A romantic of phrases drenching a heart of old wounds,
healing and consoling with a heavy imagination.
I want desperately to live in a place of concordance, if just for a day.
Wrap my love in confetti and shower the earth with exuberant laughter
and faith in itself.
I am a dreamer of hopefulness in reality, filling my memoirs with
profound conceptions of truth, honesty, and integrity in a world of
misconceptions, completely disregarding turmoil.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Nineth Place Winner ~ "About You” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Amy Green
June 17, 2010
THE DANCE POETIC (just a play with words, acrostic variation)
T tantalizing, titillating theater, transpires
H head-on, hesitating hovering hoopla,
E edging effortless extinguished expose' entities.
D Dancing dubious distinguished debonair devils;
A anxious actors awaiting attendant accompaniment,
N nuances neither needing necessity nor neglect,
C castigating casualites continual concordance,
E eager entangled entrance exiting each everyone.
P Pursue petulant possibilities presented passively
O on old odd occasions occupying oblivious obtuseness
E etching embers escaping easy exhibitions exiting
T the touch to trivial tickled trepidation touching tomorrow,
I inhibited inches indicate inklings incidental
C come charm, chance cascading co-mingling cognise coos.
Repeat and join the joyous jubilations of The Poetic Dance.
God on my side
Guides my path and controls ripples
That endeavor to sneak astride
Initiatives I take in triples
To galvanize and utilize my talents
To the fullest in concordance with the Creator’s specifications and intentions
Cooperating and collaborating with kindred souls God crowned as consultants
To bring about the realization of innovations and inventions
Which stand humankind in good stead
As rat race dies and disruptive ventures
Diminish to extinguish malice from the homestead
Where foes and friends bury the hatchet and embark on conducive adventures
From which I and souls in my life I accost
Work towards common goals and promote goal congruence
Ensuring we achieve unity of purpose at the least cost
Building bridges across different perceptions to influence
The course of events in which neither winners nor losers
Feel they lose face thus embracing one another
As members whose demand I tolerate boozers
Praying that they perceive me as a brother
Whose intentions mean to build lives
To bless the lost, caress the stressed and distressed
Ensuring that chives and sharpened knives
Hobnob with one another as they grow well versed
With interpersonal skills and display unusual tact
In dealing with one another day and night
As they build and rebuild trust to make contact
With the best assets within their souls to kill plight
Praying for one another’s growth
One another’s success
Taking and keeping the oath
That ensures one and all to bliss they get unlimited access.
Heralds togetherness
Hallmark of concordance
Humble coexistence
Honeybees and flowers
Healthy symbiosis
Honoring congruence
Heartfelt tranquility
A SOUL IS DIVINE
Poems about a soul, got me to thinking … perhaps we identify what it is we are discussing.
A soul is really something very very special my friends, but exactly…
What is a soul?
When did the soul come into existence?
Is it immortal? …. Is it immaterial and invisible?
Popular opinions differ, and offer vague unfocused ideas. friends please note I am not sharing my opinion or world’s popular opinion.
Perhaps you’ve been taught KJ version,Hebrew. 6:18 It’s impossible
for God to lie.
So you’ll agree, the Bible’s as good a place to begin our research,
According to Gen.2: 7 “Man became a. living soul”
God did not make a body and put a soul into it. Like putting a body
into an envelop of dust.
God formed man’s body from the dust, then by breathing divine breath
into it, God made the body of dust live.
The dust did not include a soul, the dust became a soul, a living breathing creature!
Clarifying scripture,KJ version, Joshua 11:11 - And they smote all the souls that were therein with the edge of the sword, utterly destroying them:there was not any left to breath.:
God presents a clear picture of a soul. He’s answering opening questions.
Is soul Immortal? No! When stopped breathing, soul was destroyed
Is soul immaterial and invisible? No! Had to be visible to smote it with
edge of the sword.
Hope you agree it doesn’t take a genius to recognize the concept of a
immaterial immortal soul—distinct from the body is not supported by God’s word, and he cannot lie.
So I’d like to leave you my friends, with two questions. Why are pagan lies more popular around the world than the truth regarding the soul?
Why have worlds religions refused to show and teach God’s truth’s
Hope this opens the door to in-depth concordance research.
Contest: A SOUL IS DIVINE
Sponsor: Mohan Chutan
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.