Best Devotionworld Poems
Yes you can, yes you must, there is a story to be finish, and it will not come from
no ordinary man. We all must trust, in whom creat the one call Adam from the
grain of sand. Long-long ago as the story unfolds, and this creator, He creates
life and maketh the bird's sing. "You can be Inspired", he cause the sun to shine
and give us all that we desire. But the church - that's not on fire (for the Lord) burns
disstinctivily for the vile's of satanic impuritie's that has rape our children's de-
sire to get to know the true source, they become limited to a relationship from
much higher. You can be Inspired, inspire to know the truth will always reveal
itself in the end.
Yes you can, yes you must, never give up because life is tough. No where's is it
written that his return to this paquan world is known to noone. Then I can not run
and protect my might, his return is kept only to himself. "Because he comes like
a thief in the night". Drug's use to entrap me, depression kept my mind on the un
focust transformation that I will never find the light within the fire. "But the devil is
a lier". And even in Poetry, were there is an attempt to enhance the mind to read
beyond the words one must admire. Issue's upon issue is the pleasentry and misery
of the young and old.
This creator, in the wilderness of life-he is a provider and he speaks in a voice of fire.
The story is nearing its ultimate end and there's praises unto him, and no need to be
in doubt. "I serve a living God", the world is still sinning. "You can be Inspired", stop
feeling down because soon and very soon. He will be in your Town.
{Serving a living GOD= Of all the insecure phenominals that has plague our citie's and
brought much much saddness on our sister's and Brothers in our
armed forces or abroad. The mercifulness of his power shall
prove itself, over the forces of evil soon within the process of
time. Don't let the predicament's of our Nation cause you to loose
your mind.}
Poem: In a world that has gotten away from the tradition of living and respecting the his-
torical pentecostal effigy of what is written. To a wayward land of oppourtunistic individuals
that thrive's on doing what is forbidden. To a world that has polluted itself with addiction and
allienating the innocent and the tribulation from Nation too nation's. When someone can walk-
out of your life, "the saying of old is to let them go". But does one dare ask to debate of
this "living God" to "Open the Floodgate's, let it rain, rain in membranch of Hirroshema, 911
and Pearl Harbor and this man-made war in Afghanistan". Touching you spiritually, "let it
rain, of him who create's man from the grain of sand". Many times trying to hold onto some-
one or something that has gotten you away from a life of permissitive and impotent wisdom,
has cause many of us to make decision's sommily on lust of the flesh. "I come not to des-
troy but that you may have life and have it more abundantily, to set free, I shall return but
do not wait. (The Lord spoke these words of Knowledge)
"Open the floodgate's", a living God would not tell you, take a loaded plane full of people's
and fly them into a building, so satin your present is "not up for debate". He has taken the
essence of time and the concept that shall never have to wait, in this world of no love. He
will cause the sky to give way of the emnity that lie's in wait.
"Open the Floodgate's, let it rain - rain on the lost and the children's who needs to debate".
Slippery, and soaking wet, we cling to one another,
smelling of each other's sex, and cleft for e'er together;
yearning, craving, bodies fused in blessed consecration,
sequestered, and a world away from din and aggravation.
I enter you again, my love, my manhood thrusting deep,
our urgent longings keep us snared, a million miles from sleep;
in our own world of starlight, dreams, and joyful speculations,
of spirits joined for evermore in sweet anticipations!
we fly again, the heavens blaze, our fluids merge and mingle,
slippery, and soaking wet, we drip and slip and tingle!
ONLY YOU MAKE IT POSSIBLE FOR ME
Only you make it possible for me:
. . . To question the way of this Life and find my only reply -
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee;
. . . And to find rest for a moment to plea -
To tell this impossibly wearying, worrying world why
Only you make it possible for me;
. . . And that Christmas winter’s gifted spree
Is mere abandonment in icy wasteland unless am I
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee;
. . . And that after May sunrises of spring-delight I see
Happiness is within reach after a dark night - aye,
Only you make it possible for me;
. . . And that I will not take the path to heaven’s glory
With all its purposeless joy and eternity except it lie
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee.
In this world every day I move, feel, and see
But my sole response is simply to sigh -
Only you make it possible for me,
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee.
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Written for Catie Lindsey's Contest "Villanelle Me"
Sceptical of Divine
Oh! Almighty where did you rise upon
How your souls are wandering
Through out the world in invisible movement
How they trust you for their mistakes
How you are incarnating in different ways
How did you made the world in all similarities ended here
How did you get through the people and their mind
Thou , Is they met you in secret place
Then ,how did they believe that you are almighty
Is that people measure you like
Prophet , God , Jesus , Allah like that going on so.
Are you replacing in several places like this
Nor thou, you are hovering in the firmament
Devotee of yours, who blesses him
He thought, Getting the gestures by you
Thou ,you are the hidden creature to the people
But people hopes you in many ways
And lift their head-weights to you
What will you do there at the occassion
Who created you like this
Worshippers or peoples don’t know
Neither you are pigmy or a giant creature
Answers from the divine
I rise upon from the forefather’s who as a humane
Spiritual souls are to be wandering invisibly
They did their mistakes and life to me
Spiritual souls are to be solves that
Souls have enough power to split their body
Ye, without eye in the body means i.e not a whole body
Like that the world should be like that
Holy souls are entered in their mind
And stimulating them in their mind
Its of mine spirituals and pure souls
Nope, minds only measure like that
But souls are not several in types
My answers only one that that is
Spiritual souls can make everything in a second
ye, Anyone can be swine but no one can be divine it’s the spiritual relief
-U.S.AURROBINDHAN
Her hair is rich and
the crown of my dynasty.
Her eyes are angelic, giving light
to all dark places in my life.
Her lips are like a rose flower,
so beautiful and alluring.
In her face I have I have found the tales of Cinderella manifest itself.
Her head graciously and delicately
placed on her neck.
The connection to her gorgeous body.
Her breast so firm and strong
Beholding it is glorious,
Touching it is heaven.
Who says angels are not dimpled?
Her hands holds her magic.
A touch of her hand
and every strand of hair in me stands straight.
Her thigh is as sweet as honey
Sweeter than honeycomb
With heavenly legs to grace the thigh.
All in all, my fair angel,
you are way out of this world, and yet,
amongst us you have pitched your tent.
An angel you are
yet, you do things like us
then i realize how much a blessing you are to this world and me.
I was shocked when i realized the greatest
When I discovered you weren't meant for the world at large
You were meant just for me!
Well, wouldn't anyone be jealous of this I have found?
...did I hear anyone say I ain't lucky?
A youth unbowed by failure's storms
Upon this world still roams,
Hoping to cling to the prospect of uncertain chance,
That dwindles as he continues to grope in trance,
Veiled from him what tomorrow may birth;
The unpredictable turns of this heathen earth.
Vowed to chase the dancing sight of fame
And ignite the long dead flame
That men guard against rekindling,
Yet must needs be lit within an inkling.
And that young man is I so downcast and desolate
That to the world came I rather too late,
When men had among themselves shared all
Leaving the world a bereft hall,
Devoid of fame for the young,
With no single melody unsung.
Yet it shall never stop this ceaseless chase,
Till heaven counts the last of my hectic days.
With the world drifting away
I see myself atween… perhaps have been
Nights sleeping for cycling days
Myself I see… in this world a dream
They floated once for me to believe
Desperately learning if one day I will fly
To fly to reach to ultimately achieve
Without an answer I might seek just why
Yet the more I learn did I stray
For heavier did loads promises to bare
Attempted flights onto the ground I lay
Did my age theft more than I dare?
And I took a leap once more
A regrettable height, another secret kept
Is there enough time for moments to call for?
To simply have tears genuine… wept
With the world drifting away
Myself I saw atween… perhaps to seem
Cycling nights of awakening days
I see myself in a world with dreams
And I welcome you to the dark world of mine
Lust and desire, love and sexual fire
A place where night is to stand still in time
With an energy so intense, to carry you higher
Where naked bodies entwine and unite
Where love is shared without jealousy in content
Each to each a soul of affection never to hide
Of the other world to be forgotten and condemn
You will learn to love anew in the pureness of dark
To unveil the forbidden corners of one’s inner spirit
To master the angers of love with hatred torn apart
And to forever be within the gifts of wondrous period
Heavier be things lifted lighter in burdens
Lighter be things extinguished into nothingness
And soon will the spell of the enigma be broken
And to be one with the dark in forever darkness
Reality as then, will be viewed with eyes anew
Everything everywhere can be seen with thoughts so clear
Yet… can you be those of chosen few
To love darkness in this world of mine without fear
God didn't send a warrior bold
With drawn sword and shield
To face the evil of this world
And make old Satan yield.
Instead he sent His newborn Son
Wrapped in His Father's love
To captivate the world of men
With message from above.
Imagine this small innocent
With duty so immense,
Expected to save us all from sin
With love his one defense.
No soldiers did He rally round,
But simple fishermen
Who stayed to bring the world his word
When He went home again.
The message the Apostles spread
Has traveled a long way,
Two Thousand and Nine years to us.
We celebrate his day.
By: Joyce 11/21/09