Best Deliverance Poems
I remember those times of unawareness.
The innocent circle of found trust.
Its purity and purpose voicing its strategy, before the fallen chips of caution led to tragedy.
Perhaps spotting our pursuit through these lands of grassy plains, where classy dames sip tequila and deceive the family name.
I struggle with challenge the arrow of cupids aim, in a kevlar suit burning in a sodium lithium flame.
We listen to opinions to make up our own, we hear and we think, and we urge to be grown.
A prophetic miracle some says pathetic to believe in, with an acrid bitterness and refuse what they're seeing.
A distant group of archers camouflaged amongst the woods.
Stood freezing there like statues like hidden busts they would,
Move if they could, but something takes a hold and the rest of us conceal ourselves in the safety of our homes.
Fearing the autonomous and the documents they grasp.
Us occupants are promised choice though its dominance they hand.
Like Romulus I'll disappear in the storm and send the tidal waves to shore like in the bible.
Roaring floods off Babylon for serving other idols.
In this basic life style riled up with rivaling sides of my minds vitals.
Brain child wildly rifling through his lifes cycle.
Once upon a times a lie you live untill the end.
Through these winters discontent hibernating waiting for the summer time again, but summer came and went without the sun, instead was wet.
Self confidence a strength which some of us pretend.
We learn as we grow older like owls grey and wise my friend
You cant take anything you own from life over into death.
It makes sense to have the things you want while you can before the call.
Yet remember when you have it it's not good to want for more.
Come hither with haste and stay with me my saviour, let us break, the ties that bind
together all animosity and hate.
Its an anomaly we face and confessions we should make.
Knowing a smart enemy hits where you surely think you're safe.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Deliverance
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: September/2014
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lost time leaking away
collapse not into temptation
grant me/us peaceful solitude
deliver us/me from erratum
inert/confined/lost
entangled in a weary knot
buried in dusty debris
suffocated by icy cobwebs
burned & frozen
begging for deliverance
longing for liberation
yearning to be untangled
thunder over water
deliverance?
lost life leaking into the past
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Listen you poor, puny, proud black child
Standing on street corners and living in poverty.
Listen you educated, sophisticated woman and man
Seeking prosperity in this American society.
Don’t you know: Chains set us free?
Listen to this black sister’s voice
People of color everywhere.
It’s time you realized, our release from oppression
Came only through the power of prayer.
From Africa our strong-willed ancestors
Brought rhythm, song and dance.
Such gifts lifted wounded spirits
And despite heavy burdens, they sought to advance.
In bondage slaves cried out to God
Just like the Israelites did in Egypt long ago.
The heavier the chains, the more fervent the prayers
Till finally God commanded, “Let My people go!”
Don’t you know: Chains set us free?
Slave ships delivered chained bodies
Of a people who were born free
Growing from belief in native religions
to belief in Jesus
They obeyed the LORD who urged,
“Come unto me.”
“Repent black child, come back to me,”
Is Jesus, the Savior’s cry,
“I am the Lord and I change not,
On me you can still rely.
“Call to me and I will answer you,
And set you free once more.
Trust me, wait patiently, and remember,
From bondage to freedom, I, Alone, Am the Door.”
You must never forget black child: Chains set us free.
O'er fields strewn with harvested evergreens,
There ventured a marine from Queens,
His flesh were a slight inky, his clothing was ragged,
No more alive, flowing in dread and haggard.
All around him darkness loomed quite blue,
Once a fair surround, radiant and imbue,
In the light he walked there, shadowed by fear,
But tragic winds did jinx his heart severe.
Then wondering thro' rain and stormy clouds,
Opaque in brittle hues, ghostly in shrouds,
With white shades of bubbling horror his evermore,
A mere ripple in earth's waters he'd deplore.
Onwards thro' the crushing storm he trekked,
The landscape ahead was defiantly suspect,
Its dour horizon presented a challenge to survey,
Where the sounds of thunder it rapt his day.
In raucous rumbles the marine heard the sky,
As frightening, with spawns of black fly,
Memorialized in his sleep, to haunt him evermore,
Then have brews of mystique he'd explore.
And a bejewelled goose would decorate his path,
There draped in quaint linen it felt his wrath,
Murmuring quietly the water bird flew into the light,
As bright as the sun, in some alluring plight.
To dream of despair, tenebrous in its imagery,
Hypnotic, muttering of death and infinity,
There with the wink of an eye he let the sunshine in,
His mother then smiled at her miracle kin.
She'd been there all along thro' his tribulation,
That struggle of low bumps and amputation,
Rosemary oil bid him comfort there as he woke,
From a coma it were, but horrors did evoke.
Down the pallid rush of melancholy misfortune,
A marine was reunited with life all impromptu,
His will to live it were strong after what he'd seen,
So two bungalows he obtained from a queen.
Deliver me, O Lord, deliver me.
Wolves and wild animals surround me.
Doubts gnaw into my sordid soul,
anxiety, anger, and depression rule my ego.
How can I ever come to you, O Lord?
Why have you forsaken me?
I thirst for knowledge and love
but roam in sultry roads and lustful bars.
An act of hopelessness, I know,
for I am weak and weary, a wanton fool.
September 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 13-15
Key Verse – Ezekiel 13:23 Therefore ye shall see no more vanity, nor divine divinations: for I will deliver my people out of your hand: and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS DELIVERANCE
Praise be to God for delivering us from:
Fake peace
False precepts
Foolish prophets
Faithless promises
Futile performances
Ezekiel 14:23 Praise be to the Lord
for His ways with a cause to:
Straighten us along secured salvation
Safeguard us toward sure settlement
Strengthen us upon steadfast service
Separate us for sanctified stewardship
Satisfy us with His Scriptural sufficiency
Ezekiel 15:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for His Word that comes to us:
Providing us fresh restoration
Presenting to us fervent revival
Pricking us from false repentance
Proving our faithfulness-readiness
Preserving us by His fulfilled redemption. Amen!
September 1, 2024
Deliver us from evil
one simple line
one option , one goal
from the begginning of time
deliver from hell
our everlasting soul
deliver our love
from undivine goals
deliver our minds
from tortures with in
deliver our hearts
from learning to sin
deliver our bodies
to be raised once again
deliver us to heaven
our world without end
The Choreograph of Deliverance
If I were to hold you
With breathless perspiration naked in my arms
Would the vocal ache between us
Speak of desire unabated
In such passion unmasked
Would the anthology of our lives
Bring its lasting conclusion
To throw wide the barricades
And surrender their dreams in exchange for conviction
Would we refuse to hide anymore
Should you lay sleeping beside me
Our hearts in tempo precisely measuring the beat of love
With the brush of your kiss
The verbalization of my caresses
Bring us on to deliverance
Will the light of your eyes then linger
A footnotes mystery yet to discover
And as I ponder on pioneering embraces
Would you also search for the pristine
So we may commune with another language
We would dance to our own choreograph
In place of some other threadbare script
Will we utter words sealed by truth
Would such a marriage of essence and trust
Bring us to each other
Will this aspiration that I place in union
Of unseen and secret connection
Will these whispers of possibility accomplish their task
To one way or another find you
And bring us on to deliverance
Pounding waves crashing
Enter waters edge dancing
Cool and inviting
Powerful torrent pulling
downward to sleep eternal
???•?SAVE HIM FROM DELILAH'S DELIVERANCE?•???
Who is being delivered here?
Who is the one that needs the deliverance?
Is it the deliverer or the "deliveree"
who seductively came with her delivery?
Son-of-man tries to cast Satan out of her.
But the deliverer's hidden Satan tries hard,
not just to make its presence known
but also to get out of son-of-man's trousers.
Oh no! What a protruding Satanic Cucumber!!
What is going on here? I wonder!
He commands Satan to come out,
but his "third leg" insists on coming out.
Son-of-man, be careful what you ask for!
Truth is, man's got the anointing, no cap!
But certainly not the man between his tighs.
They are two different species or entities
What does dirty Delilah come for?
Deliverance! Deliverance!! Deliverance!!!
But the deliverance isn't 'deliverancing' ooo
In this deliverance, it seems the deliverer needs a deliverance.
The man in-between his legs has his own mind,
you can't control him if the mind can't be controlled,
he doesn't get angry if you don't welcome trouble.
But if you allow the temptation, sorry...
the world will hear the whole story:
"How has the mighty mighty fallen."
Who's gonna save him from Delilah's deliverance?
Seem pastor has posthumously been possessed
by the possessions of a possessed poisoned princess.
Though they say: a princess oozes glamour & grace,
Daisy Delilah deals dirty in her dangerous dress.
Now, who will deliver this deliverer from deadly Delilah?
???•?VICK MANUEL POETRY?•???{VMP}
Form: Free verse.
Art by: Chigbu Joshua
Copyright ©? September 2023.
"Deliverance"
The Road
leads us
down
cause ways
in our worst dreams
we never dreamt
once the course set
there is no turning back
detours buy us some time
for a very short while
the course for us
my dear, already set
hiccups conquered
over, like roadkill bumps
lessons spoken from lips
the motherload mind speaks
offering spoonfuls of sugar
sincerely, we are driven
to deliver
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Foreboding luster
Breaching the forest darkness
Emancipation
DELIVERANCE
CLEVER DIANE, thE EVIL DANCER, tries to RELIVE the DANCE of DELIVERANCE!
Is it supposed to make sense too?
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December 11,2015
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Before you read the following poem, please read the first part of this poem that I have posted on this website separately.
"Deliverance"
by M. Taha Effendi
(Didactic)
Oh mortal! Do not be sad,
I know it hurts to wait.
Have patience, you will be glad,
to learn what's in your fate.
I know you love her dearly,
but to lose her is a test.
And now is just too early,
for you to know whats best.
Be patient, do not worry.
And do not act in haste.
Fruits eaten in hurry
carry a bitter taste.
Be not troubled by your past,
for you will smile tomorrow.
Though happiness will never last,
I am here to heal your sorrow.
To take a life is murder,
even if it is your own.
With death you two will be farther,
than when you are alone.
You both will live on; miles apart,
though your love will never end.
Time will heal your broken heart,
Your life, patience will mend.
I know this love you can't forget
but just live life by my rule
there is a life after death
that to ignore you'd be a fool
you will know if you are wise,
I do not comfort with lies.
For there is a place called paradise,
where you will finally claim your prize.