Best Doctrine Poems
Can I kiss a Catholic
or a Muslim or a Jew,
A Buddhist or an Atheist,
a Sikh or a Hindu?
Can I share their faith with them
and not condemn my soul,
To eternal persecution
in the Devil’s deepest hole?
Can I offer love to those
who are not always straight.
Who’s love is shared with their own sex
or either kind of mate?
If so, am I a pervert
who can’t pass through heaven’s gate,
is it true that love can lead to hell
as surely as can hate?
Can I really lead a life
rejecting all I find
that meet the inner feelings
that have formed within my mind?
Is it true that I’ve no right to choose
the things I want to do,
but just accept I must conform
to things that can’t be true?
If this is so, I’ll tell you,
then this life is really hell,
the Devil’s won already
we are bound within his spell.
But I’m sure that God Almighty
is around for All Mankind,
whatever path we follow
or whatever love we find.
Ivor G Davies
December 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on 2John-3John-Jude
Key Verse– 2John 1:9 Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of Christ, hath not God. He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both the Father and the Son.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DOCTRINE SOURCE
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your truth’s setting
Thank You for enabling me to walk after Your commandments’ pointing
Along Your grace, mercy and love’s anointing---
Surely, I rejoice greatly in Your vibrant greeting.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your declaration’s confession
Thank You for pardoning me for my admitted transgression
Along Your goodness, hope and compassion---
Surely, I abide always in Your enlightening revelation.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your health-wellness’ prosperity
Thank You for leading me in my journey of Christian charity
Along Your principles, precepts and statutes’ authority---
Surely, I listen eagerly to Your promises with their certainty.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your fellowship’s fullness
Thank You for writing unto me Your salutation of graciousness
Along Your kindness, peace and joyfulness---
Surely, I follow Your steps with submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your calling’s diligence
Thank You for rescuing me from slothfulness causing negligence
Along Your advice, counsel and admonition against pride’s resurgence---
Surely, I humble before Your altar with my obedience.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your eternity’s knowledge
Thank You for making me choose Your grants of service-privilege
Along Your instructions, guidance and direction I acknowledge---
Surely, I cling firmly to Your assurance devoid of any sacrilege.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your work’s testament
Thank You for prodding me to make a difference against defilement
Along Your wisdom, holiness and faithfulness-bestowment---
Surely, I exalt Your name in my stewardship and discipleship’s fulfillment.
December 18, 2023
I remember all my houses.
I relive all my homes.
I conjure, cottage conscious,
my dreamscape flickering poems.
I easily abide the dream doctrine.
I rub grainy textures,
the memory of my earliest cabin.
I summon my first adventures.
I begin impetuous, scribbling every wall.
I explore sensation with little heed.
My dwelling becomes a stew of scrawl.
My touching tapping tests often bleed.
Later, I occupy the Winchester Mansion.
Edifice under construction, I feel safe here
until I find my wraiths doing the expansion.
Their treacherous handiwork stokes my fear.
My being so unsettled, so unstable, I must flee.
Adrift on the River Styx, I espy a twinkling domain.
“Love Ranch” reads the neon sign beckoning me.
Will this love sate a soul? Is it sacred or profane?
Carnal candy in dank chambers feeds a moment.
These hetaeras thrill me at the prompt of an algorithm.
Not at fault, their commodified love can’t end my torment.
My swirling turmoil phantoms take over this asylum.
Deep somnambulism now carries me to the house of mirrors.
Here, I behold my container, my proprium from every angle.
Curved and twisted glass reflects my contorted terrors.
While smooth, flat surfaces repeat my animus anima tangle.
After all these trials, I accept my multiform essence.
Accumulated psychic scrap, I reimage it in every dream.
This doctrine reveals we are never a single presence.
We impart mental habitats, our revised collections in an
endless stream.
We battle and quibble over numbers,
twenty, or forty, or fifty-three percent.
The bottom squeals as the beast still lumbers
over their desperate bodies. Screams will rent
the air that no one hears because all fight
for their own small crumb and piece of turf.
Paperwork splatters blood against the light.
The casualties mount and the suits will laugh
at fools eating their own. They too well know
that the greater the battle among their minions
that much greater the profits that will grow
in their hands. No need for shared opinions
of how the peasantry has been bullied,
none seem to notice that they are enslaved.
I am an African,
Not because of my colour skin,
Not because of my faith in Jesus Christ,
Not because of my education,
Not because of eating African,
Food day and night,
Not because I speak African languages.
I am an African,
Not because of my position.
Not because of my African surname.
Not because it is my birthplace,
Not because I married a beautiful,
African queen.
I am an African,
Because I love Africa,
Because I love Africans.
Because I have a vision to develop Africa,
Because I promote the African Union,
Because I contribute to open eyes of
Africans,
Because I teach Africans the history of glory
And dignity.
Because I am enlightening Africans mind and
Thoughts.
I am an African forever and ever.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Doctrine is boking'
Makes me go a chokin’.
When the mind is held captive
the body is the prisoner.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
www.thefreethinkinghuman.com
Any doctrine is boring,
Makes me go a snoring,
Cos it goes ignoring,
Reason that's adoring.
"Does god take a daily shytte?"
"Of course not."
"But I thought god could do anything."
"He can."
"Even take a shytte?"
"I suppose so."
"Would it be magic shytte? Should I rub it on my body?"
"I don't know."
"If he was a goddess he could've given birth to the universe, but since he's a guy, maybe the universe is god's shytte."
"Maybe."
"So that's your doctrine? God shytte the world? That WOULD explain a lot. You're shytte, I'm shytte, the whole world is shytte."
"That's not my doctrine."
"But Jesus had to shytte didn't he?"
"When god became a man he had to shytte, yes."
"I bet THAT was some magical shytte. I seem to recall an Arabic Christian legend of people begging Mary for baby Jesus's dirty diapers and they smeared his gooey pooey all over themselves to cure leprosy and the pox."
"I suppose his shytte WOULD have to be miraculous."
"Yah you betcha, magic shytte, that's what religion's all about!"
young men in love
old in their memories
and what I do is
doctrine those stories
travelling through countries
where are all the women
that know the silliness
in my humor is my way
of expression of affection
to their glorious beauties?
Across the millennia,
discussing the lapse:
infra or sub or
supra, perhaps?
A logical ordering
somewhat rehearsed…
Did God have to wait
or work it out first?
Is He sin’s author?
His decree permissive?
Certainly don’t mean
to be dismissive…
A no to the first,
the next, some degree,
'tis mostly man’s pride
declaring self free.
These sequenced events
would seem ‘gainst His nature;
He knew and it was
in my nomenclature.
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H/T To Maurice Rigoler's Prelapsarian
Doctrine detaches your mind,
Away from rational thinking,
Makes you obstinate and rude,
Unable to be understood.
It proceeds your choices,
Causes insecurity and disgust,
About your normal feelings,
As it brings very low ceilings.
It does not free you to ponder,
On life's detours and skiffs,
On the real batters and drivers,
On real occurrences and odours.
It is never a positive theology,
But turns to a personality stern,
For life's precepts, principles,
For prison's rules and oracles.
Doctrine doesn’t listen to you,
But places you as insidious,
Because dogma is just dogma,
Without a beauteous panorama.
So don't ever listen to doctrine,
But place it as, that’s insidious,
Call it for what it is, dogma,
And see the whole panorama.
You cant escape your fate
Or else it would have a different brand
Everything is just one thing
To a beach we are but sand
The scriptures conveys divine revelation
within this is God's everlasting gospel
pointing one to God's only begotten son
the blessed saviour saving souls from hell
This Jesus Christ son of the eternal God
came down from heaven the son of man
teaching sound doctrine to all who listen
for this gospel is all His eternal plan
God looks to His own to keep His truth
holding it deep and close to their heart
for if they give up on sound doctrine
the consequences will rip them apart
The folly of following the worldly way
is falling away from redemption's path
denying God and His gracious love
for seeking the world brings His wrath
So hold sound doctrine firmly first
put the world behind properly dead
live for God for it's fullest value
real satisfaction in His living bread
("If sound doctrine is given up, the real Gospel of redemption by the blood of the Son of God is denied, worldliness follows.")
Open the book of wars,
tally up the numbers of the dead
Close the doors to the peace talk room,
have no one record what is said
They don’t want you to hear about
the sacrifices that will have to be made
Somebody gotta die for the cause,
so order more body bags til the bill is paid
Leader Man,
go preach the doctrine of death
War Physician,
tell them it’s good for their health
Political Doktor,
sell people bottles of placebo Strangelove
Sadducee Coroner,
Pilate rinse your bloody latex gloves
Close the book on the last war,
most killed in the shortest time did it take
Open the pit to its bottomless core
Lovers of war, strange bedfellows do make —
They who started the nuclear fires,
let them get tossed into the brimstone lake