Best Doxology Poems
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Categories:
doxology, epic
Form:
Haiku
The man pious entered the dark cell of prayer
Then with a hand stretched towards the wall
and a click almost magical,
Light shone everywhere.
He was not alone.
A humming stream of silent voices struck
Eyes met eyes in one sudden shining
and that made the mark.
In fear of sabotage----that grand misdemeanour
which makes curiosity an option---eyes rolled back to their sockets.
The man of light erect without a word,
the prayer group heard long stories---that thing revelation---
“Everything is possible---including nothing---
All we need is a chance
and one chance is just enough.”
Every ear heard, and eye saw
never a single sight
that better tasked all human senses simultaneously---
Tears broke the barricade
and smiles betrayed.
Random singing---random jumping---,
Like the atoms of John Dalton,
Each moved as the power of revelation incited.
Not afraid of the biased jury---for none judges a revelation!
Each reservation begged for freedom….
Freedom
Freedom.
Hands broke loose,
Feet asked for places enough to tire,
the man gave up ease.
Hallelujah here….Amen there.
Glory came, and glory dwelt.
What a joy there was!
Joy sans frontiers….sans razon!
The air got occupied,
the floor was not deserted either.
That thing bizarre took place
But nobody cared,
what more than assurance
Can the mortal ask
beside promise
Plus a miracle?
Telling none his name, the man of light became famous
in this classis disorder.
The consent was sealed
His praises to sing
And His love to stay.
He looked
they responded.
Because love watches,
It looks.
Categories:
doxology, blessing, christian, religion, religious,
Form:
Carpe Diem
(A Haiku Duet)
1:
two surrendered hearts -
let me spring this on you
both are such victors
2:
a perfect picture -
mind’s season-less prisoner
love’s doxology
Brian Johnston
April 30, 2016
Categories:
doxology, life, love,
Form:
Haiku
"Everyday, people stray
away from the church and go
back to God." - Lenny Bruce
I kneel upon an ocean beach to pay
attention to some creature in the sand.
A choir of seagulls breaks out in song and
swells my soul and the surf roars, “Let us spray.”
Many little crabs scurry amongst the rocks
to take up a collection of what there
is there of sustenance. Their simple prayer:
"Please, feed us and save us from wild bird flocks.”
The sea tide rushes in and through crevices
it bursts; I hear its word whilst it sings me
a doxology for the trinity
as beautiful as any church services.
The only thing I miss is the sermon.
Nonetheless, I feel a better person.
Categories:
doxology, uplifting,
Form:
Sonnet
you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ?
I
Once hallowed encephalon
cavernous cerebral chasms
now less serene
ruptured n' spleen
Subjected to ravenous days?
Days n' illumination?
n' summers hibernation?
Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination
In summers somnolent slumbers I was told
In dreams of all truths and history's scrolled
and what a fair delication to unfold
truth rings from the shell aft each reeling beak's descent
Forsake of the shell's salty fleshes derivment
A fleshy flower buds on the briar
To pluck and dissect or leave to admire
Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream
Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth
did I in dreaming sin for sooth?
Had Queen Mab or Archimago
twist my thrice twisted dreams
with lies, abashing
and which in violence dance and beam
As waves with phosphorus' glow
they in guise clever crashing: gleam
false sooth, in golden pools of indigo
ever changing yet constant
As waves upon the shore
singing
Sometimes soft and melancholy
Sometimes malice, as to destroy
Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream
II
Oh my visage
how it pales in the light beside...
her
my madonna
my oracle my day
Darkness in its defined fray
and I Amidst a Yeats' Byzantine nightmare
to linger, to consist, to decay, an ill-stared heir
a doxology,
pregnant with heterodoxy.
Paling in comparison, in cavernous fright
days n' days and infinite blight
Static tremors. Intangible vibrations
Winter
Summer
Solstice
Hibernation
To seek what lay beneath
the countenance of the Madonna
the purity
The past I prospectively reap
n' seep
n' sow
The city's concrete catacombs glow
The future in night
day's abrasive
in its own right
reside in the day
confide in night
Rage, rage and endless blight
in dreaming escape day n' days of
a lifetimes endless death, in love
Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream
Categories:
doxology, faith, history, life, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
And at the day's end
When I'm feeling tired
And I'm all alone
And when my head speaks
And my heart churns
The battle rages on
And I've got God sitting
And his counterpart
On one shoulder each
And they're voicing it
What they've come to say
What they've come to teach
"See it's your fault
You don't pray enough
Where's your time with me
I see you over there
Chasing after her
Who are you trying to please
And can you blame this all
The guilt you feel right now
On anyone but you
You're writing poetry
Instead of reading with me
My time's overdue
You don't trust in me
I'm growing tired now
Of these empty games
Your mind's wandering
You're a lazy one
After selfish gains"
Yes you're right of course
On every account it's true
Your shoulder has grown cold
And yes I am 19
But now I must confess
I'm feeling pretty old
Because I'm recognizing
That they way I feel
Is from a battle that's real
And every now and then
I get a burst of fire
And it makes me feel
Leaf by Niggle
Tree grows bigger
Heart goes deeper still
And now I'm breathing heavy
Staring at the lies
Staring death in the face
And accusations flow
"You'll never really live
You're only just a fake"
But excuse me Vile
Every misspoke word
Every blunder and gall
Every terrible night
Every walk away
Every stumble and fall
Every unkept promise
Every broken heart
Every guilt and shame
Was striped upon his back
Slammed into his brain
And that day sin was slain
And I have no clue
Why he chooses to call
Me beloved son
But I'm made new
And here's more good news
The battle's already won
Furthermore I do count
I am set apart
I am only his
Look at his hands
Look at his side
They scream out to prove it
And he held the stone
To end my own life
Firmly in his hand
Yet look at the Script
I am not condemned
It's written in the sand
And with that it ends
When I'm feeling tired
And I'm all alone
When my heart speaks
And I hear you say
"Son I've been here all along"
Categories:
doxology, anxiety, courage, encouraging, faith,
Form:
***NOTE: Poem posted on the above video. If you need to read it again, just right click on the video and then click on 'Loop' on the top of the drop-down menu, whereto, the video will continue to scroll--click 'Full Screen' for best viewing.
SONG: Voices from Hawaii, 'Doxology' sung acapella in Hawaiian
GIFY: By FG Proteins
'Satisfying Cold and Hot'
2020 December 08
By Will K
"Mele Kalikimaka"
ALOHA!
Categories:
doxology, image, snow, winter,
Form:
Nonet
*Image of Mom Playing the Organ by My Family Pics.
Songstress Sings Songs
The Doxology chorus though widely sung owns a verse that
accompanies, although, beyond seasons past, ought of considerable
length be, my wholly FAVE song remained scarcely practiced by the
Christian congregations, albeit, my mother, a gospel composer,
having written many testaments accommodated songs citing
directly from the holy scriptures and being a multi-talented
player of musical instruments, such as; accordionist, pianist,
organist, guitarist, drummer, and ukelele extraordinaire, enriched
her abilities to create a fanfare of adored admirers long after her
passing. Sobeit, a tribute to my mother and her once upon a time,
kids of our former church who have perpetuated her visions in song
as grown adults.
His Name Is Jesus
"There's a name you can call when you're in trouble,
There's a name you can call when you're alone,
There's a name full of Grace,
There's a name to be praised,
There's a name you can call every day,
Je-sus,
Je-sus,
A name you can call every day,
There's a name full of Grace,
There's a name to be praised,
There's a name you can call every day."
*From a mom with Aloha...
2020 August 15
*1st Place*
A spiritual wisdom download
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2023 January 16
Categories:
doxology, christian, heaven, mother, song,
Form:
Epitaph
Sahoo hearty smile
drive at soft doxology
delicate desire
Categories:
doxology, poets,
Form:
Senryu
A Sunday morning clear and fair
My heart with gladness filled,
I walked to yon churchyard there
The breeze was calm and stilled.
Suddenly from the tower above
The pealing of an ancient hymn
A song about the Savior’s love,
I whispered the words of the gem.
The parson greeted me at the door,
Shook my hand and bid me well
From the apse above oaken floor
Notes from an old organ welled,
As I began to feel a certain peace
Needed here in pure grace to dwell,
This place of perfect stress release
I felt the Doxology began to swell.
Written July 1, 2022
Categories:
doxology, peace, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
MY DIALECTIC DEVOTION- -
By the grave I saw the services
My mind always strays through the storms
I am not alone
My God, My Lord will not have heard of it
Agape - agape – agape!
My heart craves you, God
Take thy doxology from out my heart
Give me true essence of your start
That dialectic devotion - that dialectic devotion
3/30/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr,2019©
Categories:
doxology, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
REGULATORY INTELLIGENCE
A Centralized Platform for
Regulatory Change
Management
And Compliance REGOLOGY….
WTF!!! Is REGOLOGY????
The religion of the WOKE.
A mindful excavation of the cavernous abyss of addlepated thought.
Perhaps a “REGOLOGY FOR DUMMIES” book is forthcoming
Maybe…”A DOXOLOGY OF REGOLOGY” Hymnal?
Followed by an APOLOGY
For….
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition” (Monty Python)
4/9/2023
Categories:
doxology, confusion, irony, language,
Form:
Free verse
MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
Zinnia,I remember you,each day
Don't ever despair,my Petunia
Or give up,precious Lily.
Never forget,my Carnation
I'm thinking of you,my Pansy
You have my devotion,Honeysuckle.
My heartfelt love always,Myrtle
With sincere regards my Daffodils-
Forever...my floral friends.
or perhaps
a prosaic prothalamion
with a epithalamium
sung to greet their wedding day
in rhyming roundelay-
verse and versicle
doxology
antiphon-
in plain
song
Categories:
doxology, flower, poetry, word play,
Form:
Nonet
a prosaic prothalamion
with a epithalamium
sung to greet their wedding day
in rhyming roundelay-
verse and versicle
doxology
antiphon-
in plain
song
Categories:
doxology, poetry, wedding,
Form:
Nonet
a prosaic prothalamion
with a epithalamium
sung to greet their wedding day
in rhyming roundelay-
verse and versicle
doxology
antiphon-
in plain
song
Categories:
doxology, wedding,
Form:
Nonet