Best God Man Poems
Before there was a thing called "Man"
The Maker had a better plan.
He filled he sea with little fish
Of every kind that He might wish.
Then He made the dinosaur
To rule the land from shore to shore.
Next came the monks, orang-otan.
Gorillas, and an ape called "Man".
Man is half God, and beast one half.
He writes his own grim epitaph.
The Maker thinks, "Next time the plants?
Not yet, until I've tried the ants".
Like the strokes of an artist’s brush
Painting a self-portrait of my life
The colors are people, events, and experiences
Each stroke flows into the next creating the picture
A step back is needed at times
To observe the full scope of life
To include the essence of my being
Expressing all aspects as one
Without the help of the master creator
I cannot finish this work completely
Knowing not how I will fully evolve
In faith I place my brush into His hand
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I had a little bucket;
I took it with me everywhere.
It held the things I needed;
So I guarded it with care.
That I had a little bucket,
Is more important than it seems,
For it held all my ambitions;
And all my hopes and dreams.
I put in a bit of courage;
Though I haven't very much,
And some faith and perseverance.
Some love, and joy and such.
I went about my business;
Trusting in the meager store
Which I carried in my bucket,
I did not ask for more.
Then there came a dark foreboding,
Oh, it was a bitter cup,
When I reached into my bucket,
And found I'd used the contents up.
I no longer have a bucket,
For I do the best I can
Not to trust my own devices;
But to trust my God and fellow man.
For we can not see tomorrow;
But we trust what we can't see,
I do not need a bucket;
I have found the hidden key.
And I say:
Women are like wounds, healing
naturally in tune with a higher calling
Why we deviate? Devilishness of man
unbalanced without our hands
Women sensed this longing in men is for love
for God is love. A touch of rain and summer breeze.
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What a magnificent servant you were,
serving God and man in plight,
Nothing but your quiet demeanor to disarm
the most cantankerous and disagreeable alike.
You served the church, a beacon in the storm,
Your gentle voice is a balm to every soul.
You served the public, a master of your art,
Your legacy is a garden where compassion grows.
You lived to serve and thought nothing of it
Now your bright spark has vanquished, and only a memory remains of you,
Recalling what you have done has destined you to fame.
We who remain are lessened by our absence. Salute you and your deeds,
We take heed of your lessons.
So farewell, dear friend, and think of us fondly,
As you reside in your heavenly abode,
While we below something to fill the hole in our hearts.
You have left behind your spirit, which will forever guide us.
Man is hate
Man is discontent
Man is ****
Man is malevolent
Man is ****
Man is death
Man is fear
Man is pain
Man is wrath
What kind of man do you want to be as asked by God?
The man answered. I do not want to be a man
God answered
You are neither
You can be a God
But first you must learn to be a MAN.
When God forged Man,
He made an angle for every clan.
He didn't vacate him solitary,
But created his soul and core benefactor.
This is nature's irony,
Two souls tied concurrently in destiny.
Then why is it so arduous for every essence?
To live in conformity without any hue and impasse.
When Our divine amasses to be together,
Then why humans fail to discern his perception.
There is great strength in unity,
When will all deceivers yearn and perceive?
A message to all you couples bonded by society,
Hurl off the ego, vanish the animosity,
The cart of marriage will move only by parity and unity.
It's heartbreaking to see so many divorces in this so-called modern world. A poem to all pairs made from heaven consummated on earth.
20 Dec 2018 8:20 PM
How can I think what you feel
How can you feel what I think
As a man I think more than I can feel
As a woman you feel more than you can think
It is the way of God to keep man and woman
It takes them both working together to understand
A man needs a woman so he can feel and be alive
A woman needs a man to think and to thrive
Yes each can do both on their own if they wish
But together they complete the circle and it is life they accomplish
We each have our talents and each our roles
And when put together we both reach our goals
It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.
The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil.
I opened my eyes to see the sunrise,
it was magnificent.
i opened my mind to see the world come alive,
it was silent .
life is going fine,
but I am in search of divine.
I want to take a leap,
I want my hardwork to reap,
My dreams are dense and deep.
i want to move ahead,
i want to strive hard and work till I am dead.
I want my dreams to come alive,
I want to do something great in my life.
I ain't no God,
I ain't no man,
I am just a poet with a pen in my hand.
Light in the Darkness
We poor deluded creatures
Know not what we are.
We struggle our whole lives against the grain.
The spark ignites,
But who will fan the flame?
For who can know we breathe the breath of God?
The Grand Designer
Gathered up the clay,
To form us on the day we all began.
Glad Angels watched Him craft our fragile form.
Little understanding how much we'd cost.
He set us in the garden on our feet,
God breathed, eternal and his own.
Yet looked across the eons waiting there,
Life born from death upon a rugged cross.
28 June 2024 5:55 Pm
A book with no words, no pictures to see
Is a life not shared for others to read
Solitude is good for the soul
But the heart mind and spirit needs people to hold
We were not made a singularity
But one of many of humanity
To live not just exist
To learn not just persist
We need love and acknowlegement
To know that our lives have been well spent
The more we love our fellow man
The more our Father we understand
He sent His Son of redeeming grace
On deaths tree He took our place
No greater love has a man
than to lay down his life for a friend
Just as Yeshua did for us all
We must stand and answer the call
We must not hide or run away
But on love we stand and stay
To give is to gain
To hoard is to loose in vain
That thou art my heart's desire,
As I seek to transcend pain.
Human vessels strive for godhood.
Yet I realize I am not grand,
As I survey the terrain in view,
I lose sight of what I can do,
Faith is small.
And footsteps fail.
I grow weak.
And to I reach out my trembling hand.
the personification of Love in the physical world --- Jesus Christ