Best Doubting Thomas Poems
Winter gusts subside,
Pleasant sunlight pours inside,
Welcome after cold.
Snow and ice grow old.
This peek must be a promise.
Don't be a "Doubting Thomas".
Ice and snow must end.
Bitter winter we rescind!
Traded for warm light.
Sun a timely sight.
Nature's plan unfolds before
Spring can open doors.
Funny how certain days spark our remembrance.
We talk of things with similar resemblance.
How about the runners in the Boston bombing:
The screaming children in Oklahoma sobbing!
That awful day when Pearl Harbor was attacked:
These were the days of infamy, that is a fact!
Then that time our men went to war.
Fighting a battle beyond our shore!
When they came home they were criticized.
Now why are these wars so politicized?
We now remember the towers of nine-eleven.
On that day there was a lot of talk about heaven.
Since these incidents are long gone:
The talk of heaven brings a yawn!
As for me I just don’t get it!
What’s the point, what’s the benefit?
In remembrance, have we learned?
Is our government even concerned?
Yes, I know they can speak a good line.
They’re ultimate goal is to confine!
Yea I think the victims deserve respect:
But what they stood for, many neglect!
Now please don’t take me wrong.
Those who fought were very strong!
Many lives were sadly lost.
And it came at a great cost!
Families mourn day and night.
All because of hate and spite!
Life is precious in God’s eyes.
Each loss brought so many cries!
Here’s the day we should remember:
It is that day in late December!
It shouldn’t be limited to once a year.
This day announced that our God was here!
In the midst of fear, it was a day hope!
The day gave vision, so no need to grope!
In Jesus’ death we witnessed evil.
But when he rose we got retrieval!
Evil can only bring us down!
Therefore, I look forward to my crown!
I know some will not agree:
But in Christ we are free!
Now, with all that being said:
Please don’t look back, look ahead!
Keep close to you his loving promise.
Don’t ever be a doubting Thomas!
When the time comes to remember:
Look for God’s bright and shining ember!
Days of Remembrance
By Stacey Brown
9-11-13
With each and every empty promise...
.....I am more and more a "Doubting Thomas"...
For John Freeman's contest
Oops...looks like I'm too late!!
Hey, if you really are
who you say you are,
then stop the war.
You will save us, you say -
really? then lead the way,
hold the oppressors at bay.
All tyrants forever vanquish,
evil men from the earth vanish,
the righteous do not punish.
Start doing your job, damn it,
your flock is taking a lot of hit,
oh, man, you are blowing it.
Come on, show your pretty face
and save the tired human race,
put the wicked in their place.
Take away your people’s fears,
wipe away their wasted tears
borne all through the years.
Don't just sit up there doing nothing
while ancient Baghdad is burning,
hurry! you've got to do something.
So if you’re really a superstar,
if you are who you say you are,
then stop this senseless war!
T This mournful yet glorious story,
H Hath ever set our eyes on Glory!
E Entombed in an unsullied grave,
O On the Cross for us His life He gave!
L Lamb of God destined to sit on His Father's throne,
D Death He overcame for our transgressions to atone!
R Resurrected on the third day to live forever,
U Undefiled He promised to leave us never!
G Guards placed upon His brow a rustic crown of thorn;
G Gamblers cast lots for the garments He had worn.
E Early that glorious Easter Morn the tomb was bared!
D "Don't be alarmed!" an Angel of the Lord declared!
C "Christ is risen! He is risen! Spread the word!
R Rallying o'er the grave foretold by the prophets has occurred!"
O Overcome with joy His Disciples recalled Jesus' promise:
S Saying, "I'll die and rise again!" (Convinced was even Doubting Thomas!)
S So often debased by man, He rose to become The King of Kings!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in An Easter Picture Contest
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
With Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
When you're in need
No nothings impossible
When He’s guiding me
You could be sinking like Peter
Maybe shipwrecked like Paul
But Gods' full of mercy and grace
He will lift you back up if you fall
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
With Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
For you and for me
No nothings impossible
When He’s holding me
You might be a doubting Thomas
With only your eyes you’ll believe
But when Jesus walks into the room
You won’t be dreaming a dream
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
For Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
For you and for me
No nothings impossible
When He’s guiding me
You might be a tax collector
Collecting money all day long
Maybe a managing director
God still wants to save your soul
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
With Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
When you're in need
No nothings impossible
When He’s guiding me
© Copyright K.C.Leake
24th November 2015
All Rights Reserve3d
Tomorrow’s history makers
Future record breakers
Are the infants of this day
They should be taught well
In order to lead the way
They should be taken forward
In the fear of God
By the responsible one’s above them
Ye parents, guardians and lecture givers
Train them to keep of boozing
Instruct them never to go logger heads
Improve their knowledge of moral uprightness
So as not to make their regime
Bite the just
Our guardians of later days
Subtract yourselves from the disguised devils
Less they turn you into a bag of disgust
Make yourself confident in yourself
And keep a cold shoulder
Of relying on them
Or at last you become failure’s hosts
Disembark from the plane of the unjust
And board the plane of the just
Desist from hitting below the belt
And permit fairplay to rule
For it is a praise worthy value
Let the truth prevail in all you do
Let your attitude be reflected in your records
So as to be known as an accountable man
And a scrupulously honest woman
Always be on the level
So that they would be your face saver
When the doubting Thomas talks
Deprive yourself from going against the rules
Even when you fail
But move on gallantly
Till you win the race
Lend a helping hand
To those who lose
When you win
Cease to get satisfied
With where you are
Escape from the clutches of laziness
For it hinders your success
Put your best foot forward
And work as if your whole life depends on it
Don’t mask yourself from your responsibility
Express love and care to your mother land
Show her all the beauty
She possess inside her
Give her the strength of pride
To be a gallant bride.
Omebe Rita
Hello?....
Yes...... you can call me Thomas.....
......I tried that
Yes, yes.... you can call me Thomas
Ok, one more time
And again?....
Call me doubting Thomas
Yes, I appreciate my call is important to you
Ok... off and on again...
No? still the same.... can you call me a taxi
Don't despair tomorrow's promise
Justified in your beliefs.
Don't resign him 'Doubting Thomas'
Seek his answers, seek relief.
Mind is torn from fear to love
Good to evil, black to white.
Dual nature speaks thereof
Lost in darkness, found in Light.
I did meet this ancient soul.
Joined his quest in perseverance.
Claimed his virtue, I extol
The need to push the disappearance
Of the universe of which
I claim no allegiance to.
Heaven bound, his ride I hitch
Where doubt is null, for Love is true.
He did know the 'chosen' one
Whose words revealed this mystery:
Fallen angels, there are none
All are Sacred, all are Free.
*Inspired by "The Disappearance of the Universe" by Gary Renard.
Wood chew believe aye took stock...?
Upon a whim, an endeavor
arose to communicate
cumulative key whatchamacallit,
yea...nuggets o' wisdom, asper
about yours truly no reason, nor
rhyme unwinding, tooling sputtering
most vexing mystery more
baffling than any whodunnit,
asper in this ole rattle trap to whit,
which drab filler hoop fully doth newt
induce thee to vomit
while this true bore doer sits here twit
tilling thumbs, one doubting Thomas
addresses, (albeit favoring abridged titbit
alphabetized list), I attempt (collusion
gluten, GMO free), aye solicit
motley fool, not to accrue superprofit
unbiased worded atypical, bohemian
rhapsodizing non mercurial portrait
most challenged since umpteenth orbit
whiling away this last May 2019 Tuesday
around nearest star circle game
impossible mission exit
or at least until after exhausting
without courting death
senescence to delimit.
ME? ANTI THE FOLLOWING::>
aggression, alcohol, apartheid, authoritarianism,
billboard, bureaucratic, censorship, church,
cigarette, anticlericalism, anticolonialism,
commercialism, communism, conglomerate,
conventional, corporate, corruption,
counterfeiting, crime, cruelty, cult, defamation,
diarrheal, dogmatic, dumping, elitism,
establishmentarianism, fascism,
fashion, formalist, fraud, fur, guerilla, gun,
hierarchical, hijack, hunter, king, illiterate,
litter, lynching, macho, materialism, militarism,
miscegenation, monarchical, monopolist,
mosquito, nationalist, nepotism, noise, nuclear,
obesity, pesticide, plague, pollution, poverty,
racist, racketeering, rape, religion, revolutionary,
riot, royalist, sexist, shoplifting, slavery, smog,
smoker, smuggling, snob, subversive, tax,
terrorist, theft, tobacco, totalitarian, violence,
vivisectionist, welfare.
What About You?
"Well, Father, he has read the Bible 6 times.
He Worships YOU : In Songs of Rhymes.
Still now, slowly up Jacob's Ladder he climbs
He has dreamt of writing the story of Heaven's Chimes"
Every Tuesday, ( After a night of drinking Heaven's Wines )
From ten until two (Lunch included), Praise and Prayers -" Rhymes "
To be Cont. (maybe)
I have doubt in myself, as if I live a lie
I pretent to be a POET, I'm sure YOU see that's a lie
I have seen the Future; Yet I Live in the Past
I am old and frail, GOD has shown me"Now,the Future, the Past"
Ok, ( "Doubting Thomas" Harry ) - Should there be a Part 2, a Part 3??
Appreciate YOUR Comments LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry
Held by a dungeon of torrential rain
It resounded like a quarrel outside
It was an argle-bargle of earth, rain and wind
It blew patterns of a boustrophedon
Being cantankerous from the brouhaha
I took my bumbershoot to the door
The umbrella became discombobulated
The nonsensical wind blew it inside out
A melee of rain furbellfwed my face
A gardylool hadn’t been announced
Thus a television gonzo weather reporter
A nincompoop on the matters of meteorology
And I, a smell fungus, thought, no sun would shine
But, somewhere near, I heard a turdiform, "A Lark?"
To my amazement a vomiter shown from above
The Earth smelled dank mud, spores and green grass
It was petrichor to a doubting Thomas
Was I to trust the rays and Lark?
But, the smell of must from the downpour ~
Meh, on the other hand, gloom and doom
Have always been, my very best friend
6/6/16
Note: real words, check them out: @ http://www.alphadictionary.com/articles/100_funniest_words.html
Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...
courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride
Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),
especially prescribed to treat
depression, panic disorder,
and obsessive-compulsive disorder
the above symptoms
profoundly experienced by yours truly
said prescription medication
seriously impacts sleep (mine).
Debilitating panic attacks
wrought (particularly years gone by)
physiological displeasures chiefly constituting
vertigo, racing heart, nausea,
excessive perspiration, adrenaline
coursing thru body,
whereby Prozac (brand name regarding
aforementioned synthesized chemical)
ameliorated unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
earth-shaking, devastating,
and crushing manifestations
disabling, exhausting, jackknifing... functionality
hijacking life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Essentially yours truly experiences
dilemma analogous to sleep deprivation,
cuz ofttimes upon arising,
I feel utterly tuckered out, exhausted, bushed...
thus zapped body, mind and spirit
ill suited to physical,
mental or spiritual endeavor
subsequently lovely bones (mine)
(pine to join grateful dead)
rather than feebly kickstart
lame effort to write, read or meditate.
Thus respecting Sir Isaac
Newton's first law of motion
a (human) body at rest
inertia keeps said entity at rest.
Interestingly enough as
daylight doth wax and wane
casting dark shadows upon urbane
countenance buzzfeeding hidden reservoir
exerting estimable energy
decreasing arduous strain
therefore purposefulness,
I seek renewable resource to imbue
garden variety generic
doubting thomas and ordain
him (i.e. me) with spontaneous
magnificent grandiloquent enlightenment
ala Orson Welles Citizen Kane
laughable comparison linkedin
with story extraordinaire quite insane
September 4th, 2020 insight one can gain
perchance even coaxing passable poem
from deep within Matthew Scott Harris' brain.
There’s an obscure legend: that a snow-white cat climbed the cross to gently lick the wounds in Yeshua’s feet and climbing higher, the bruised, bleeding flesh of his left hand, then took up his vigil on Yeshua’s shoulder with his flank facing Yeshua's left cheek, and in his agony, the last thing Yeshua heard was the comforting, purring murmur of his mourner before he yielded up his spirit, surrendering his head to the warm, furry bosom of the greatest kindness he’d ever known.
Darkness crossed the land and the cat had disappeared, where, no one knew, though no one noticed him waiting atop the stone before the tomb when Yeshua came forth to greet that morning, and the first living One to touch him wasn’t Doubting Thomas but a purring, pure-white cat rubbing against Yeshua’s leg…
… the legend also says that his name was Iannos (John The Beloved).
These Arms Long To Hold You
The first time we met, I knew you were stress,
Met again, and again, I stopped counting,
Your photo at work, cannot stop glancing,
Promised me, you would not leave, you said yes.
Signed the papers and all within minutes,
Not a couple, a temporary tease,
For the guys in the office, that did please,
Your life seemed always joined to some pivots.
Hope your past, is no longer your present,
After all, you did give me your promise,
Not go church on me, a doubting Thomas,
Chose a path away from me, not was meant.
You had me believe that your words were true,
Promised your word, signed here your signature,
Well, lawbreaker, you are my prisoner,
I am the law, these arms long to hold you.
2019 September 22
*1st Place*
All Yours (May 23)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 May 23
*3rd Place*
Pick A Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2019 October 03
#2. These Arms Long To Hold You