Best Denominations Poems


Murder In Us All

We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas,
where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries.
Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side.
Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to abide.

Seems that politics and power can infiltrate a settled mind;
dig up and open wounds of what is yours and what is mine,
take citizens back into time and drag out all their roots …
be wary of your ogre neighbour, they have a gun that shoots.

Begin to see those simple folk who lived their simple lives,
follow restlessly and blindly as belief or race revives,
those that helped them yesterday really had a cunning plan,
all they really wanted was, to find a way to cut you down.

Throw them all out on the streets; run them out of town.
Ethnic cleanse the country to make it pure and sound.
If they refuse to leave our home and opt to make a stand -
build a force of vigilantes, to roam and cut them down.

What started as a trickle soon turns into a flood.
The cup that fills with honey can also be filled with blood.
The taste that once was bitter now is the taste that's lusted for,
when seeking out the enclaves to go killing more and more.

A house, once a home of peace stands a shattered monument,
to let the remnants hanging on know what to expect.
Heads displayed on pikes are cheered; graves hold hundreds more.
Babes are sport for bayonets; forgot is what we're fighting for.

Can't live side by side now; there's too much terror going on.
Battle lines are clearer; the sane have taken leave and gone.
Cannons roaring day and night; lines must stand holding fast.
For anyone that's over-run, that day becomes their last.

When the dust has settled and the criminals are hung,
Hate subsides back to the memory; the clean-up has begun.
Do we realize as bloodstains fade; we have a deep rooted call …
needing one spark to set us off - there could be murder in us all.

Premium Member Ode To Caren's Mother

Sure she was proud of her sprite-like daughter
   Must have been hard to keep a straight face
                    When she, as a mother, knew she oughter 

From her collection of unusual pets
   To all those unique children she had to test
From her inspired canvas creations
   To her poems on all topics and denominations

Sure she was proud of her wonderful daughter
   Whose wonderful mother is now up with saintly others

The Race

It’s not about the winning or losing
But how the race is run
To be in the Winners Circle
To bask in limelight’s fun 

It’s not about the winning or losing
But how the race is run
The preparation starts well before
The race is even begun 

It’s not about the winning or losing
But how one runs the race
In a Universe full of Abundance
One must take their place

It’s not about the winning or losing
But how the game is played
It’s always great in the winner’s circle
Especially when one meets the grade

Life is but a transitional race
In which we take our place
It’s a Universe full of abundance
To foul would be bad taste

Grievances set aside
In Harmony enjoy the treat
A Universe full of Abundance
The World is at your feet

Solitary you battle through the race
On a journey all alone
Let’s join you then and run in fun
That’s how this race is run

Footnote:
The music is from the movie 'Chariots of Fire', a true story of two young dedicated British contenders with different religious denominations who were fierce competitors in the 1924 Paris Olympics.

Music by - 2CELLOS, Luka Sulic and Stjepan Hauser in their new album playing the Title from 'Chariots of Fire' by Vangelis with London Symphony Orchestra.

POTD 15th July 2017


A New Age

Step right up it's all the rage, 
 it's the dawning of a brand new age. 
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay, 
 finally our time to shine, let's not delay. 

Come get in line and get your chip, 
 you'll have the world at your fingertips. 
Head or hand it's all up to you, 
 you'll be a brand new man, when we're through. 

No more need for cards or cash to buy or sell, 
 just scan your head or hand, it will never fail. 
With this tiny implant things will change, 
 the possibilities are just insane. 

The whole world now we'll be able to track, 
 no lost children and that's a good fact. 
Crime will plummet under this global plan, 
 it's hard to break the law without head or hand. 
 
The medical wonders, too many to count, 
 with these devices your health is paramount. 
We will be able to fix failing organs and missing limbs, 
 with electronic replacements built within.  

All these things will extend your life, 
 a fountain of youth and no more strife. 
All of your hand held devices at your command, 
 it's all in one, right in your head or hand. 

Now this new age comes with faith as well, 
 no more talk about heaven or hell. 
We will have heaven on earth it's true, 
 a regular garden of eden for me and you. 

All religions and denominations will be as one, 
 a universal faith and a God that's fun. 
Fire and brimstone will be no more, 
 come to our temple through the ecumenical door. 

Your sins will be forgiven before they are committed, 
 the things in the Bible you don't like, just omit it. 
We want the church to finally conform, 
 to this wonderful world and all its norms. 

Our worship will be without constraints, 
 do what feels good, we are all saints. 
No dress code needed in this place, 
 in fact nude is considered in good taste. 

Political correction will be our doctrine, 
 no more punishment for those who sin. 
We will not worship things unseen, 
 but an idol once thought to be obscene. 

Now I think we've sold you on our vision, 
 to come together as one, without derision. 
Man has finally reached the summit
 and become a god, that even God could covet. 



" Beaware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's 
  clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. "  - Matthew 7:15

Denominational Unity

From the time of Pentecost to now;
People have formed many denominations.

Searching for truths that are sound doctrine;
Denominations were formed due to dissensions.

God is the Father. God is the Son. And God is
The Holy Spirit Where the Father is not the
Son nor the Holy Spirit. The Son is not the
Father nor the Holy Spirit And the Holy
Spirit is not the Father nor the Son.

The unity of God in three persons,
Known as The Hoty Trinity;
God is calling us ls himself to be in perfect unity.

Shema: Hear O Israel for God is one.
Christ as the head of The Spiritual Church;
True Christians worship in Spirit and Truth.
God teaches us through the HoIy Bible;
Love builds the body of Christ, The Holy
Spirit-filled Christians, to become Holy
And perfect pleasing to God.

Premium Member Loosening the Bible Belt

Bless your heart — Southern Sugah’
Pecan pies love clouds,
smothered and smothered in peaks
— fresh whipped cream, Darlin’
Sinful recipe — 
sweet lil’ hymn.
Ma’am!

7/14/2018

From Wikipedia: The Bible Belt is an informal region in the Southern United States in which socially conservative evangelical Protestantism plays a strong role in society and politics, and Christian church attendance across the denominations is generally higher than the nation's average.


Premium Member Let Us Pray

LET US PRAY

Let today Sunday the 22nd March
Be a day of prayer,
Which will include all denominations,
Let us ask Our Almighty Father 
To forgive us our sins,
And the sins of this world and think 
Of heavenly destinations
Let us ask Him –  would He
See fit to drive this Corona Virus away
We will today all pray,
Families are been torn apart, curfews 
Have begun in many countries
Police and armies are getting involved,
The media saying reminiscent of WW 11
Hopeless, heart sore situations,
Where we must stay indoors, 
Please God help us,
And let us begin a new era, helping
And teaching the poor,
Every relevant state
Giving them food and shelter, each one
Of them as much His children as are we!
Let us pray for planet earth today.
And think of the film Messiah,
Who stood for all mankind,
Leaving no man behind,
The truth is, we have left our Planet
To become an abomination,

LET US ALL PRAY!

Christ Like

Christ Like

Christian?
Hmmm – let’s see
Professing virtue
Condescendingly

We start with a claim
We separate in to groups
Denominations – Thirty five hundred
How convenient – no need for any proof 

The Christ we say we follow
Embodies the word 
He lives out what he teaches
Actions are what need to be heard

We just say “We’re all sinners”
Sick - decrepit souls
We’ll never live up
To the greatest story that’s been told

Dissonance - suffering
Apathetic and broke
We’ll just point out others beliefs
Judge them and make jokes

Christian?
I prefer Follower of Christ
By following his word
It makes life feel so right

No judgment
No fear
No shame
No hidden agenda to trade my soul for fame

Perhaps we are sinners
Because of biological drives
Acceptance – awareness - beauty
Salvation – you come alive 

If you become what you say
Your actions will speak the truth
Be Christ like
Like the Bible says - You will know them by their fruits

Premium Member She Rides with Lions



"She Rides with Lions"

That Queen rides like God
She rides with Lions 
like she could harness the Sun 
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction 
as She holds tight to what means most to Her resurrection 
hidden and held in the arms behind her 
like a Mother all Trouble untroubled
the cub hidden and held for protection

Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction
like a Mother
losses arrive expensive with high cost in wars 
the stolen Worlds in the dreams of Other
come undone
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction 
as She holds tight to what means most to Her resurrection 
until all retribution is delivered and done

Unbroken ephemeral creature
Amor plate in front 

Lion Daemon


Candide Diderot. ‘24




“Durga's legend centres around combating evils and demonic forces that threaten peace, prosperity, and dharma, representing the power of good over evil. Durga is believed to unleash her divine wrath against the wicked for the liberation of the oppressed, and entails destruction to empower creation. Durga is seen as a motherly figure and often depicted as a beautiful woman, riding a lion or tiger, with many arms each carrying a weapon and often defeating demons.She is widely worshipped by the followers of the goddess-centric sect, Shaktism, and has importance in other denominations like  Shaivism and Vaishnavism.” 



Amor/french 

Armour (English)
Armor (American)

Premium Member Brave New World

Brave New World

A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam 
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.

'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.

'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common 
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted 
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.

Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in 
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can. 

Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.

The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.

The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.

The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.

Premium Member Stories From a Wallet

Non descript brown wallet
Slightly bent at the edges
Indent of cards on leather
Inside is a Driver’s license
Credit card
Debit card
Building pass
Right hand side
Photos of children
Train pass
Metro card
Retail card from a drug store chain
Six singles in front
Larger denominations in rear
Five, tens and one twenty
Tucked behind the photos
Is an extra twenty dollar bill.

Thumbing through the wallet
Nothing else is found
Contents spilled out onto a formica desk
A life for all to see
Scrutinized under bright fluorescent light
Nothing extraordinary
Just everyday ordinary.

How do we tell the family?

A Nomination Rhetorical

An adnomination nation would be quite the agitation                                                         the illumination, hearing all speaking in agnomination                                                              would cause conversation discrimination to be a chaotic annomination                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        or the abomination, this would dominate the nation causing confusion.                                              The culmination, for instance telling one to drive off a cliff in his carnation,                       could raise a flood of damnations from all denominations
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Give Peace a Chance

Let us travel back in time
To give peace a chance
Let us go back to the time
When there were no fights 
When there were no battles
When there was no war

When we were scattered
Across the entire globe
There was little contact
Which brought about peace

There were no tribes or races
No religions or faith
There were no countries
Or political boundaries
 
There were no ethnic groups
Or communities or societies 
Or castes or outcasts
Or creed or colour
Or greed or ego 

There were no flags or emblems
Or political groups
Or religious denominations
That divided people
And motivated them
To take up arms against one another

Let us bring back 
Those peaceful days once again
By working for unity
For freedom, for equality 
For brotherhood

Because, anything that divides
Is a no-no for peace
And anything that glues
Us together is tonic for peace
Let us give peace a chance
By rising above petty considerations

Let us prove to the world 
That we can address our differences
And be humane in all that we do
Let us transform into noble souls 
Let us give peace a chance

Which Way, Oh Lord

Lack of knowledge causes confusion and division,
That is why there are so many denominations each having an individual vision.
Instead of focusing on the one true issue, “Jesus our Savior,”
They become entwined in serving man, “ call it Human Behavior.”

Each church tries to put its own brand on the way we should serve our Lord,
And that leads us to some areas that may not be fruitful, and could cause us our heavenly
reward.
Man has a way of trying to take over and improve “God’s” holy word,
When all that is asked is our obedience, nothing more should be incurred.

God’s Commandments should be our daily walk,
Delighting ourselves in His Word should be the main subject of our talk.
Taking the straight and narrow is not the easy road to travel and few succeed,
But it is the way our God commands with warnings we must heed.

God says do not take away or add to His word, as so many do in this modern age,
God is never changing and for those that don’t believe will one day encounter, the fury of
His wrath, and the power of His rage.
In His mighty eyes we will all stand naked, everything we’ve ever done exposed,
Not the darkest of our secrets hidden, to God all things on Judgment Day will be disclosed.

Premium Member Unashamed Christian

unashamed christian

I am not into labels, and I don't believe in fables
And I know that God is real
He's more than invisible, more than tangible
He's more than a feel
And I not denominations bashing
But the reasons for them is because of difference of opinions
And what's with the root word of the word it's “demom???”
If you(I) call myself a christian
If you(I) say I'm Christ like
Do you(I) really know what it means to be that
I'm a religious person who believes Jesus is the Christ 
Is a christian
And who is a member of a Christian denomination
People lie and talk about you
People will denine you
People will spit at you
People will curse you
People will ignore you
And  in every manner of negative behavior
That Jesus became accessed with
My own family will talk bout me
My peers talk about me
Other so call christians talk about me
The chruch talks bout me
The saved talk about me
The atheist talks bout me
The world talks and rideules me
alas, no one understands
Oh! but what am I to fear
been framed, maimed, declaimed, unclaimed
Disprite the world omission
I myself, I am unashamed christian
Well I will acknowledge Him
In all my ways I will lift up the name of Jesus
Oh! but what am I to fear
been framed, maimed, declaimed, unclaimed
Disprite the world omission
I myself, I am unashamed christian

2/20/18
written words by James Edward  Lee Sr.  ©2018

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