Best Consistence Poems
On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.
Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity's wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.
Tin foil hearts' echo sad droning down-beat,
Rose petal ballet two rust figurines;
Today's gray sleet does douse yesteryears' heat,
Apathy's ennui directing the scenes...
Love once aflare in fanfare marigold,
Lies now a wizened weed, dried and stone cold.
Susan Ashley
November 2, 2017
You are my everything
You are the reason my heart hears the angels' sing
You are the why from miles away I can hear the church bells ring
You are why I keep trying to persevere
You are the one I need to hold ever so near
You are my path of all resistance
You are the one who keeps pulling away as I keep pulling you near with consistence
You are the one with whom I would listen to in your beckoning insistence
You are who I still see way off in the distance
You treated me with such commitment and love
You are the one man I have always dreamed of
You are the very air I breathe
You are the reason from him I longed to be free
You are who I would live and die for
You are the one I need by my side and more
You showed me true love like no one had ever done before, and unlike I have never known
You took me to those places where undescribable, undeniable, and extreme passionate
feelings were shown
You are my candle in the wind, my sun, and my rain
You are my forever desire, my one eternal flame
You and your wonderfulness has always driven me absolutely insane
You radiate such a pure love inside and out
You are who I want to have in my life this I have no doubt
You are where I dream to be enraptured and entwined in each others' arms
You are the only one I wish to be lost in the moments by your charms
You are someone I know I don't have to pretend
You, I never want to let go of, never do I again want this in any way to end
You are tenderness so deep within
You and your words standing waiting for them is where I choose to hinge
You are my savior from all else right or wrong in my life, the one to which a profound deep
admiration of friendship, then so much more, I cling
You are what true love needs to always bring
You are my devotion and my everything...
...plain as anyone can see, I for you, you for me from today set forth throughout all eternity
Quality TIME-Quality LIFE
I say time is money
I say time is life
I say time is death
I say time is precious
I say time is meaning
I say time is season
I say time is diamond
I say time is gold
How you use time determines the quality of life
I say how you use time measures your value
I say how you use time measures your impact
I say how you use time measures your life quality
I say how you use time measures your family quality
I say how you use time measure your love quality
I say how you use time measure your originality
I say how you use time measure your services quality
I say how you use time measure your product’s quality
I say how you use time measure your ministry quality
How you use time determines the quality of life
I say lack of purpose leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of vision leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of commitment leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of consistence leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of discipline leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of integrity leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of character leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of Christ leads to lead mismanagement of time
How you use time determines the quality of life
The Timer is time, He controls time, Life is time, He control life
He is the first and the last-beginning and the end
He is eternity meaning time without measure-He is timeless
An Hour to Him is one year – a year to Him is an Hour
If you have the Timer, you will have all the time you need in the world
May nine nineteen eighty was great,
Being the day of his calling;
Brother Eduardo Manalo
Had received the noblest blessing.
The day of his ordination
Signaled his rise in his duty;
His exceptional performance
Was seen inside the ministry.
He became an assistant dean
For Evangelical Studies;
Doing all his divine functions,
And his responsibilities.
On twenty-seventh of July,
In the year nineteen eighty-four;
He became Metro Manila's
Another coordinator.
Then came the Church's eightieth year,
He took his oath as Deputy;
To help the Administrator
In leading the flock's entirety.
He‘s prepared for fifteen years by
Then Executive Minister;
The torch was passed to him by God,
After the death of his father.
He firmly strengthened the brethren
Who, just like him, were in sorrow
With the demise of Ka Erdy,
As his deep love did overflow.
He showed courage and consistence,
In the midst of persecution;
Sacrificing his interest,
He valiantly made decision.
Through the modern technology,
He officiates worship service;
The brethren all over the world
Are truly edified in bliss.
The true message of salvation
Has reached all but one continent;
He preaches the genuine gospel
With power and noble intent.
He has successfully finished
The great Philippine Arena;
The project has been constructed
At the Ciudad De Victoria.
Excellent events of the Church
Have caught the Guinness' attention;
The world records have been broken,
Bringing honor to God's nation.
Thousands of houses of worship
Have been built amid poverty;
The work of the Lord's mighty hand
Is witnessed in every country.
When the calamities happen,
He immediately provides aid;
Relief, rescue, and assistance
Have been well organized and made.
Preachers of other religions
Have come to know the righteous way;
Pastors and priests have joined the Church,
Without a doubt, without delay.
The covid-nineteen pandemic
Has not deterred God's people;
Every household worship service
Feeds each servant's mind, heart, and soul.
Forty years have quickly passed by,
Since he's blessed by the Almighty;
We will never forget the date,
Early May nine nineteen eighty.
Topic: 40th Anniversary of Bro. EVM's Ordination (May 09,2020)
This is Maundy Thursday and we are
approaching Easter. Woke up and
God put more poems in my mind
again. This poem is a exact, perfect
example of iambic pentameter.
Jim Horn
Like Love of My Lord
There is nothing like love of my Lord;
He is always someone we can afford;
Our hearts surely will welcome Him in;
Son of God who saved us from all sin.
Never be a person like Him again;
Wherever I am Lord has also been
And when I will wither and fall sleep
He is with me as if a silent sheep.
What you now will have to start doing
Is every time when you are viewing
Lord's existence and very presence
Love him extremely in every essence.
Perfect example of iambic pentameter
Poem's length, width, height and diameter
Of all of its complete and total existence
Prepared with consistence and persistence.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and
Philosopher
Laying out the sacred miniscules,
claiming knowledge to be your
land.
Infinity with an open eye,
truth in the palm of your hand.
Amidst rolling whispers,
distorted answers through
translucent glass.
Ambition seized too soon,
questions uncovering far too
fast.
Held bound by expectations,
burying tangible thoughts of a
soul.
Contradictory in the midst of
discovery,
creating vacancies within a
desolate hole.
Irrelevant ideas in creative
thought,
divinity held within the power of
a mind.
Innovation derived from
imagination,
yet chasing dreams already
signed.
Fragile persistence in
consistence,
kneeling to a blank drawn.
Endlessly approaching
opportunity,
practicality sacrificed more than
a player's pawn.
Embodiment of perfection,
skin forged with revelation.
Correlating wonder with
disclosure,
upon ignorance in separation.
Tired one day of work and its toil, I went home to recover, or recharge my batteries as my friends would say. As I gathered my thoughts after doing my usual after chores, I sat and listened to music, as I often do. It seems to work for me as a Mindfulness technique. As I listened, I wondered what it would be like to have a conversation with my soul. We all hear, read about it and it's importance, to our being in the here and hereafter, yet we k now nothing of its real entity, consistence, base and its contributions to our present makeup as a human here and now. Who breaks the ice? With what? A joke, a memory? A right or wrong done to someone? Can we even have a dialogue that's meaningful, potential? I would want to know what my soul thinks of me? All the things I've done to myself and to others. How does that track to my end? Is there a defining criteria to one's soulful viability/outcome to its human end? How are, or are they, the positives/negatives/neutrals weighed? Accountability for ones actions, blatant or sublime, inert or etheral, candid or insipid? There can be no invisibility of measurable actions or a common denial of blame, stupidity, inaction, ignorance incongruent to a human's capacity to be universal with one another in all scopes of living/dying regardless of anything we hold as a norm. I would like the soul to tell me what it thinks of me, who I am, have become, lived, given hope,helped without reward, missed, been selfish, denied, hurt, a full record of my deeds, and then some. Why I feel the way I do in any given second of my life and what it means? Will I ever know any of the answers we strive to know which we think will make us better in the long run? Can I recapture, make restitution for past wrongs? Fix current/past ills of my being? "What do I want", you ask. If I am Wise to all, I can be Forgiving to all, If I am Empathetic to all, I can be Compassionate to all. If all I do, say and be is with truth and meaning, then I am a real being of the soul with an omnipresent intent, from all that I am within to all those that I meet without. We are then combined into one vast inclusive entity here, now and forever. "Present realities, Finite dreams, annoint Universal hopes, keeping them alive and well in any human scope of eternity". The soul rests--for now.
Waterfall stops and stalls
Anxiety, depression,
Sequenced chords brought towards
Inner peace progression.
Beats slowing down my pace
To a natural ambience,
Feeling light with second sight
Floating up to space.
Oh how I fly to fortify
The physical existence,
Resting and investing
Balancing consistence.
Holding strong for natures song
Spirit weaves the way,
Am free to come here any time
It’s in my DNA.
Wonderful this life sure is
Magnificently special,
With music in our souls to move
Angelically gentle.
My Will Rogers Poem
Now figure out why I named it that.
Have heard there can be certain degrees
Of what some people may call to appease
And things like paths of least resistance
Coffee and cream combined at a constant consistence.
Substances not pure are considered an alloyed
With an idea while inebriated have often toyed
What would you think should be some sequel
To going on diet after eating many beaks full.
As on you spurred realizing it had occurred
Instead of fine food ended up finding a word
And before word was eaten up and all gone
It for a while you had decided to chew on.
If you tried hard and elected to be energetic
Coming to conclusion poem was pathetic
After shooting and spreading around the dung
Inserted sharp dagger to replace your tongue.
Now out in the meadow when you hear larks
Sounding like they are making cutting remarks
And probably, hopefully with Republican consent
They can allow complainer to run for President.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
You need a category called sarcastic.
The lighthouse stands along the shore,
sturdy and mighty upon its rock foundation,
a welcome addition with its beacon light,
guiding ships safely during the dark night.
The lighthouse stands along the shore,
a stalwart guard facing all kinds of weather,
rain or shine, thick fog and crashing waves,
protecting all who pass from watery graves.
The lighthouse stands along the shore,
a picture postcard of a nautical scene,
red and white stripes seen from a distance
for vessels to observe with clear consistence.
Hello again dear entry
dear sweet entry
Forgive me dear entry
Can you find it in your pages to forgive me
I apologize for my constant absence
and my consistence of being forgetfully incomplete
I could name every reason why I have sadly been away
why I have been covertly afraid
yet it would only be an endless page of useless excuses
written down, without hesitation, thrown back in my face
and I would have deserved it
Cause I'm sorry to bore you
but my story has the exact same plot as before
just new events, new people, and stones still untouched, unturned
Too many promises, broken hearts, and running screams
a constant avalanche of curiosity, immorality
Immortal, I've been thinking it's more than a word, an essence
but does it matter at this very moment
I've been brought back down to size
I'm only vulnerable, just too vulnerable for my weak points to show
more soundly to understand, it's just easier to delete me
than to strip down everything that composes of my entire being
This ice is too thin for me to tread
and I'm one footstep away from falling from a ledge
suspended animation
lift me up because I'm terrified...
for once in my life...I'm terrified...
What seems elevated put not trust in
But in what seems humiliated
Learn trough elevated humiliation
Patience, long-suffering, consistence
Pray, pray to the God of time
Father of the result
What seems rejected inner but out
Applauds you not in other self
Many, most done Lower Park
High effective elevation grace
What seems elevated, rooted is
What seems elevated, deep goes
What seems elevated, hunger went
What seems elevated, humiliated was
isaac kinzambi
Kids learn by living,
Learning is through living,
Learning is for life,through life,
And throughout life.
Train them to look up to and respect,
Train them to be fair and unselfish,
Let them respect authority,
Dispense discipline in the right measure,
And with considered consistence,
Let them have reasonable expectations,
Of themselves but aim high,
They should be taught,
The way they should go,
And they will be well.
Sand water air natural parts of the earth,
making homes and many giving birth,
evolving rapidly over the years,
noticing the worlds new lethal tears,
in the sky new things would fly,
using computers to help us get by,
extinction could be a new revelation,
through out our dirty rotten nation,
give some time and help conservation,
green leaves that wont grow black will flow,
living and breathing the last we'll blow,
treasure what we have before its gone,
we don't want to look back destruction is upon,
in museums can only be seen,
the life that should have been,
only in past memories or old fables,
the world we no as historic tables,
stop your actions and learn to preserve,
the life and living we deserve,
any organism worthy of consistence,
mothers all in the whole existence,
if no respect we have to reject,
to the electric chair we have to inject,
fallen from our dying space,
whirled away like a beautiful face.
Who are you really?
Born with name to define your existing presence
Words with which carry greater in essence
The day arrives when name is your flawed deference
Mother father chained me down against poor resistance
Cultural rites manifests my primordial consistence
Ignorance of both is a formula for a wasted existence
Only when ceded to this name are you released by persistence?
A name but a statistic of a criminal offence on a child’s response to an intolerant resistance
Systematically herded like sheep to a point of insistence