Best Eminence Poems
Warrior to dark's most daunting dreams
savior from thoughts that run too deep
Terrify, not one dares it seems
brings panacea to night's sleep
Beacon for flailing ships asea,
the Ana of fifty shades Grey
Beauty saving the nocturne beast
keeps subconscious demons at bay
Catches every breath with her smile
as summer's sun, a heart it warms
Intensity not seen awhile
quells the worst of fierce thunderstorms
Her touch, akin to the spring's rain
gently blooming buds to flowers
Still, mental images are vain
ne'er experience her powers
Shan't romance, seduce, love, or hold
hear her voice, feel her aura's beams
Suppose I could, though not so bold
so she must stay within my dreams
A hairy and cranky old man he's become
Sucking on one thumb, the other up his bum
Now that's overstating things
His words still have ring
Since being elected, his eminence Mr.Trump
A steep rocky eminence
Is too tough to climb;
One will feel the glory
After the hard and trying time.
A steep rocky eminence
Expresses the Lord's power;
It speaks of His mighty hand
That truly works wonder.
A scar in an area of high ground
Is so difficult to reach;
One will tread on the rough roads
To learn lessons that they teach.
A scar in an area of high ground
Is near the vale and hill;
The eyes of the beholder
Are filled with so much thrill.
An isolated or protruding rock
Replenishes the thirsty soul;
Knowing that God created it
Amazing and beautiful.
An isolated or protruding rock
Is a beauty of nature;
It feeds the poet's mind,
Bringing him spiritual pleasure.
A bare place the trekker has found
Is on the mountainside;
The wind whispers softly,
As the moments pass and glide.
A bare place the trekker has found
Gives him hope and ardor;
The clouds above the valley
See the climber's vigor.
Not covered by plants and trees,
Serenity surrounds the land;
Quiet yellow rays above
Are made by the Father's hand.
Glorify the Almighty God,
Offer praise to the Providence;
One can lift his voice
Even in a steep rocky eminence.
Quiet and serene as I sit alone to dream
of all the wonderful yesteryears that's brought me to this stream.
The remembering of running barefoot through all the shrubs and trees. The
taking in all natures gifts, tasting of the breeze.
Picking gladdi's an all the likes
pretending to be balm,
free from all lifes hard work that made it worth the strain.
Now I sit with a smile on my face,
because I've earned my fame.
At the epicenter of the Birth.
Reality changed in complex Design.
Time altered for Nations and Man...
The eminence of the Grand Unknown
Graced the Ancient face of a Fleeting Earth.
A thought of Creation...
A dream of an inquisitive inventor.
The Mystic Architect's Sun Rain's
Ethereal Power of modern presents.
At the center of Reality a Birth occurs!
At the start of Recorded time a Man
the word word made flesh Dies....
A creation of blood and bone...
A Soul; the Infinite born...
Nails in wood on a barren stone.
A skull lies from Adam's Reign
Spear pierces the rib...
Blood of righteous flows to suffer creations Pain.
To wash sinful apes of elegant
thoughts in Fountain's floods.
A wound carved by a hateful hand.
All the Grand Schemes come full cycle.
The enigma of master's passing thought.
The Riddle of the ages...
A dream of a sleeping entity.
At the epicenter of his Birth.
Time changed in a complex way.
Realities would never be the same.
A dream of an inventor
A thought of an infant mind of grand time.