Best Filling Poems
Some things that look fulfilling
Can cast a woeful spell
Glittery that looks like heaven,
can often turn out to be hell.
All the wanting leads to weeping,
He can't fill that empty space.
There are those hidden bits of lonely,
in the mirror etched upon his face.
He exchanges real for imagined,
relation-ships they sail away.
Nights are now spent with strangers,
He is the game they like to play.
Trappings of success are empty,
he pretends he's not alone.
The heart in his chest is heavy,
What was soft has turned into stone.
It can be the curse of the rich man,
to grab onto things that don't last.
Riches that vanish in an instant,
Replaced with regrets from the past.
November 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 4-6
Key Verse – Acts 4:31 And when they had prayed, the place was shaken where they were assembled together; and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and they spake the word of God with boldness.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR
THE FILLING OF THE HOLY GHOST
Praise be to God for the filling
of the Holy Ghost that makes us:
Glow according to His grace
Give through His generosity
Grow by His governing
Go along His guidance
Grab His goodness
Gear for His glory
Grip His girding
Acts 5:29 Praise be to the Lord for enabling us
to obey Him:
Conscientiously, charged by His commandment
Cheerfully, chosen because of His compassion
Continuously, cleansed midst His clemency
Ceaselessly, converted along His challenge
Closely, consecrated toward His cleaving
Circumspectly, changed through His care
Committedly, called for His clinging
Constantly, created for His crown
Acts 6:4 Praise be to the Saviour for teaching us
to give ourselves continually to prayer as we:
Serve Him with His stamp of success
Study His Scriptures by His sovereignty
Stand with His strength of steadfastness
Search along His standard of seeking sincerely
Stay in His settled stewardship-satisfaction with serenity. Amen!
November 13, 2024
Here lies dentist Sam Billing
This patch of earth he is now filling!
4-12-19
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Got my brand-new calendar;
It’s filled with empty squares.
With entries made, there’s not a chance
I’ll be caught unawares.
I mark down all important dates
So I can send a card.
When penciled in, in black and white,
It’s really not that hard.
Appointments, too, are written
So there’s no way I’ll forget;
And in my bag’s a mini date book,
Like a safety net.
My iPhone has a calendar
But so far I don’t use it.
When I have info on the wall,
There’s no way I can lose it.
So once a year, I make the switch
And transfer all my cues.
My brain needs these reminders
Or it’s apt to blow a fuse.
And as each little square fills up,
Just waiting to arrive,
Anticipation percolates;
The future comes alive.
As she meditated the room brightened.
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in her rings.
She shut off her eyes and concentrated.
Hoping her front latch was firmly gated.
She understood the value of the spirit guides.
Who were now showing their power deep inside.
Her ancestral guides were filling the room
They came with a swish, one came with a swoon.
The room began to change, her face as well.
She was no longer herself an enthusiastic tell.
The flame of the candle began showing off
She heard her mother in the next room cough
She smiled for she had not seen her for a long time
Spinning in happiness, her spirit animal a mime.
I know you are here, she told her deer.
Her most favorite power animal, now so very near.
Not to worry my lady, the fawn said silently.
Your meditation is the best today it will ever be.
Here come the lions, tigers and bears, oh, my.
I get closer to my mate, feeling we’ll die.
What was this family thinking? Was he sick in the head?
Why was his wife walking around, no fear of being dead?
My mate smiled at me. It is more than okay, he said.
I have a good feeling that we’ll be safe and well fed.
We were in this creaky leaky thing for many cycles of the moon
And the lions, tigers, and bears all stayed on their side of the room.
There was a magical feeling about these days, for sure.
Every animal was quiet, silent, in awe, feeling pure.
The birds fluttered around and twitted and twilled.
This boat ride was a mission by God, fully filled.
We were in shock when we landed one day with a bump
All exited without a maiming or killing, no one did jump.
The oddest most cosmic time in the world, if you ask me
When all animals were quiet, and let others be.
I am wondering if this is one of those moments
the kind that fit into that loop of tape
playing over and over in my brain
those fleeting moments when you you did not think you needed to pay attention
but realize later it was a pivital moment in youe timeline... lifeline
I remember staring out the window at the grass that had not turned brown over
the winter, seeing it peek through the snow on the graves on the hill
the brilliance of your red dress that summer as it spilled off the picnic blanket
and touched the grass
hiding behind the brick wall of my middle school on my bicycle, just to catch a
glance of you for the last time,as and i would be going on to high school
they are turned down corners in a mental scrapbook i carry... flashes that come
around without warning when i close my eyes in the sun
We used to joke about the soundtrack of our lives.. as if someday someone
would make a movie of or lives
and i would hear "comfortably numb" in the background
Sambhavami yugé, yugé, says the Gita:
God will come back again and again.
What for?
Of course to protect the virtuous
And destroy the evil doers.
Déjà vu!
The Jews seem to wait for the same end.
That’s what 'The Second Coming’ means, too.
Thus, a belief system, whether born in a Desert
Or a River Valley, seems to point to the same end—
The Coming.
Now, what do we do in the meantime—
Now that the end seems to be infinitely distant,
Elusive, mirage-like?
Do we just wait and suffer?
Or wait and drift?
Or dismiss it as illusory?
Or explore alternatives?
The gap, anyway, seems
To be a period of entropy,
Which, according to scientists, is on the rise.
We may call it Postmodern era
Or Kali Yuga or whatever.
The gap is to be filled
As Nature abhors vacuum:
We have to live in the meantime
And life demands solutions.
Absurdity, for instance, has got to be dealt with.
So, little narratives
And interventions arise by necessity.
There arise, for instance, Irrational Philosophies:
A Nietzsche or a Marx or a Freud
Appears to be our Messiah.
But these Messiahs can offer only palliatives,
Like a counter-irritant in times of pain.
We are – most of us – materialists in a sense,
Inasmuch as we bank
On the Grand narrative of matter
Or on the Grand narrative of the material presence—
Of the Divine in the future;
Maybe as Darsan or Epiphany.
To most of us, seeing is believing;
And hence our incredulity.
Now, to speculate:
The Divine presence may be abstract—
Rather than concrete;
Maybe something like software
Rather than hardware;
May be within
Rather than without.
And, as such, is likely
To be always already there—
If and only if one is willing to see!
***
Life seemed like a black and white maze
A constant struggle, a never ending race
Till a secret got discovered one day
While panting on a canvas at the bay
Like the pure white canvas that I see
Life is meaning less, empty and free
For me to fill with, as many colors, as I wish
With my own little brush, that I got from Swiss
With Feelings of joy, happiness and delight
Now I paint my life, colorful and bright
When I painted trees huge and lash green
Abundance and growth is what I mean
Blue is the color of my big beautiful house
A symbol of truth and happiness with my spouse
Standing at the door with a bunch of red roses
Passionate and loving my husband is humble like Moses
She fills my life with comfort, warmth and friendship
Look that’s my daughter, sailing on orange ship
Driving his yellow Merck, is my handsome son
Naughty yet intelligent, being with him is fun
White lilies I painted for innocence and purity
And turquoise crystals for peace and security
Brown to keep me grounded, with purple and gold
My life is a sweet melody, with success multifold
Saturday August 30, 2008
Fate Graces Me Now, A Rainbow Filling Up My Sky
Softly slumbering in the shadows of my sad past
until mercifully forced opened eye at last.
Revising all the sweet memories filling my heart
fearful that these too may someday depart!
As I roam forth in the midst of never ending time
my imagined glories, are they worth a dime?
Is it too late? Basking in glow of setting sun
Will I find, imagined victories were falsely won?
The long nights with lovers I imagined very fine
were dreams enlarged to fit a pleasing frame.
Hot love, meals on which I did so eagerly dine
nothing more that foolish romantic games!
Nay, dare not think such a sad, terrible thought
pierce my side, just to see if I am dead.
Such are not sweet fantasies my desires bought
or foolish, mad ramblings resting in my head.
Looking back, time so clearly shows those gems
images my Life declares lovingly true.
Like gold laced borders on royal garments hems
each one of a majestic colorful hue.
Fate graces me now, a rainbow filling up my sky
I dared not to dream of such in my old age.
He never succeeds that dares not to ever try
to live is to gamble, says the bearded sage!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-25-2015
Dreamcast, cast a dream, believe in that dream, fulfill the dream, dream meaningful, fill the dream, knowable meaning to fill the dream, no meaning perseverance full on a dream.
- Loverboi
September 27 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 1
Key Verse– Luke 1:53 He (God) hath filled the hungry with good things…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FILLING ME WITH GOOD THINGS
Thank You for filling me with good things, so great
Notwithstanding my unfaithfulness of slothfulness’ bait…
Please accept my sincere confession-repentance state
May I be humble in calling unto You, not late, but up-to-date.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so bountiful
Notwithstanding my prayerfulness, dreadfully awful…
Please forgive my offensive apathy that’s never useful
May I be submissive in surrendering unto You against being boastful.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so satisfying
Notwithstanding my discontentment I keep denying…
Please help my frequent unbelief to stop from lying
May I be restrained in complaining against You with my selfish vying.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so timely
Notwithstanding my impatience shown obviously…
Please uphold my wearying endurance to wait earnestly
May I be prompt in prioritizing You along Your will joyously.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so generous
Notwithstanding my complaints of which I’m conscious…
Please correct my stinginess for me to be magnanimous
May I be selfless in pleasing You with character that’s virtuous.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so beneficial
Notwithstanding my ignorance of sovereign plan I regard as circumstantial…
Please guide my determined decisiveness towards what’s essential
May I be compliant in following You toward truth-journey, heavenly special.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so profitable
Notwithstanding my inefficiency, proving that I’m incapable…
Please uphold my biblical conviction for it to be stable
May I be steadfast in clinging to You through Your love, always available.
September 27, 2022
Some have this wrong conception of me...
being separated from society,
and it may seem strange or naive
that isolation is what I choose;
and they deride me with malevolence!
Am I someone so maleficient...
that they fear me so obsessingly,
or is there any other reason beyond that?
I fill up my spaces with words,
that aren't the fragraments
of someone's else voice...
which comfirms frivolity;
I come right in the open and declare them
with unresisting liberty..
and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame
and stood out from others who condone originality!
People without wisdom
are prone to make mistakes,
to be so norrow-minded...not to see
their false image in that illusionary mirrow;
and their views are clouded by perverseness,
but mine are as sparkling and pure
as the clear waters of a wide river,
which empties itself into the untroubled sea!
I fill up my spaces with words so delightful,
that are an alternative to pain;
a-newly-found-cure for loneliness...
to be lifted up by worthiness,
and disregard what's so harmful,
insignificant and vain:
to be seen in the spotlight,
which seldom doesn't seem so bright!
How will I ever fill this void,
Trying to replace you to soon is a mistake,
That I will dare not make,
New ones come and go,
But its just to fill this empty space,
Learning to relive alone with time,
Is the only to fix this soul.
Morning sun
has come and run
us out of this place
where I awoke to your pretty face.
As I look back where we were,
being in your arms is what I prefer
to emptiness in the black of night
and now I can love you with all my might.
Feeling Love first for you
means Loneliness started there too,
and in all the years between
love and loneliness have been both kind and mean.
But now as only you can,
you fill the emptiness of this man,
our two hearts become one
and everything feels right under the sun.
May God continue to bless
and be in our lives more, not less,
I pray our love will continue to grow
so that everyone around us will know.