Best Hosannas Poems
Majestic cathedrals are erected for the worship of God,
Featuring towering spires and ostentatious facade.
Grand organs acclaim ancient hymns with clarion flourish.
Melodious choirs sing hosannas, languid souls to nourish!
Most congregants worship in less pretentious surrounds,
But the same generous blessings from above abounds.
It matters not the size of the building or its congregation.
The people are the church worshipping with joyous celebration!
Upon distant fields of frightful martial campaign,
And upon naval vessels plodding the roiling main,
Dedicated chaplains in simple settings minister to their fold,
Proclaiming just as effectively the cogent message of old!
Whether it be mosque, synagogue, cathedral or canvas tent,
And whatever the religion or creed may be the people's bent,
One thing they have in common and it will be clearly evident,
They all witness the presence of their God ever omnipotent!
Perhaps in lieu of building mighty edifices prone to decay,
Bridges of understanding could be built to keep prejudices at bay,
Drawing diverse peoples together for a common good,
Fostering charity, fellowship and world-wide brotherhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
hosannas, faith, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
As the spring sun rises
Revealing wispy clouds
Fog that's settled in hollows
Roosters crow, doves' coo proud
With Easter approaching
Thoughts of thousands years
Ago bubble up in
Memory, some tears flow
A triumphant entry
Upon a donkey new
He had never ridden one
The donkey unridden too
Was it a day like this
Apricot sun in the east
Or were there gray clouds
Did the sheep softly bleat?
The throngs worshipped with
Hosannas, in the name
Of the Lord, but did not
Know he'd be blamed
Blasphemy, blasphemy
Those accusers cried
They could not see
The Son or even tried
They could not see ahead
The future hidden deep
They did not know the cross
Awaited nor of its defeat
But only a short brush with death
Placed in a borrow tomb
On that Sunday long ago
He arose, He can't be exhumed
Categories:
hosannas, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Afar off you stand,
fearful of me
because of what ...
the color of my skin?
At a distance (you deem safe)
do you judge
the worth of me
As you live in gated comfort
of isolation
Wearing a white suit of
fruit salad honors,
pressed to the breast
are the colors you love
Valor and bravery
was imbued to you
by a metal wizard wand
Spitting fire in your hand
allowed you to stand
afar off from me
With a steely hand
you pinned unspeakable deeds
on the innocent and guilty
Commendations notwithstanding,
when did I give you
a medal of fear
to put me in a box safely?
From blue service to white promotion,
your scarlet actions
were washed away
by the firmament gutter cleaners
And many heroic hosannas
were rained upon you
from a goodly parade distance
As the familial tears
of your justice
were buried from view ...
Safely, at a lengthy emotional dug space
Afar off further you stand,
hateful of me
because of what ...
the color of vitality you withdrew
from under my brother’s skin?
And you deposited
your talisman protection
at a safe distance,
yet-to-be determined
in the witching hour
Categories:
hosannas, discrimination, hate, society, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Excited crowds with fresh palm leaves,
Wave them and call Him King.
They pledge allegiance to their Lord
As sweet hosannas ring.
They cannot know the coming days
Will fill their hearts with dread.
Before five days have past, their king
Will be betrayed and dead.
Parishioners on this Sunday
Hold palm leaves as we sing.
Although we know on Friday they
Will crucify our King.
But we know the end of story,
On Easter He arose.
He ascended into Heaven
Astounding friends and foes.
He suffered all without protest,
Forgave us on the tree.
He conquered death forever when
He died for you and me.
won 5th
Categories:
hosannas, faitheaster,
Form:
Ballad
The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.
By the drum of the surf
on the beat of the waves
a crescendo that climbed
with the sea as she raged
while the wind as the maestro
pulled pockets of sound
from the whistles and moans
as he swept ‘cross the ground.
Soprano! cried the killdeer
Tenor! screeched the gulls
as a baritone foghorn
boomed from the hull
of a ship that swayed
drunkenly atop of the surf
staying clear of the breakers
that crashed on the turf
The ship creaked a response
as it groaned a refrain
but the deft hand of a shipwright
would keep it sustained
for he’d hewn and he’d whittled
great emblems of love
carving an angel for the figurehead
and atop the masthead, a dove.
When the wind stopped his jostling
and the sea spent her ire
the ship slipped back to its haven
of warm hearths and bright fires
where the men mused and wondered
over great tankards of ale
if the hymns and hosannas..
had been but, the wind in the sails?
Categories:
hosannas, dedication, faith, imagination, sea,
Form:
Ode
Palm Sunday
Shopping and hawking,
purchasing and vending their wares;
the observant noticed;
the indifferent paid no mind;
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their way to confront
and charge the man
some call anointed.
Loud and raucous singing
disturbs the quiet of the status quo.
Those who should be seen and not heard
are making the utmost clamor;
appreciated by some;
angering others
insisting they turn the volume down.
Boulders will sing
while trees will give their branches
to welcome the mighty
if the lowliest of participants
are muzzled by the powerful,
but they sing in applause;
an affront to the self-made mighty.
Shaking off the winter greys and
waving springtime green,
a shout welcomes the anointed one.
Thrown off fashion lines the path
covering eager rocks
postponing the clearing of their throats.
Join the cavalcade
and raise the benediction;
awaken the sleeping alleluias
and the slumbering hosannas.
Join the lowest of the low
and applaud the highest of the high.
But beware,
the shoppers are eager to buy,
even if the cost is high.
And the hawkers are ready
to sell their merchandise.
Categories:
hosannas, easter, faith, holiday, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
To Whom Sweet Hosannas Ring
As life goes passing by
Soon we are to be judged
Thrilled must be God above
When clearly there’s no doubt
Our aim was spreading love.Quote - Poets own
As life goes passing by
The mind starts to wonder
Is there or is there not
Heaven in sky above
A flawless beauty spot.
As life goes passing by
Treasure moments in time
Show that dreams can come true
Share God’s words o’er the earth
A parting gift from you.
As life goes passing by
Listen to sounds of rain
View sun rays dance on sea
Smell musk rose blooms in June
Afore bells toll for thee.
As life goes passing by
And soon it’s time to leave
Fear not, angels stand near
Beseech no one should weep
Just cheer that you were here.
10th April 2022
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Form M - Monchielle - New’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme used - No. 3 Death
Categories:
hosannas, death, heaven, life,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
Sing unto Him a new song
Praise and worship Him on high
Exalt His name forever
Sing Hosannas to the King
Winds whisper praises to Christ the king
Trees bow your heads in silent homage
Oceans roar a jubilant song
As moonlight enfolds all in silvery splendor
Birds chirp thanks for daily bread
Children sing praises before going to bed
Jesus loves me this I know
For the bible tells me so
Sing to Jehovah a new song
Sing to Elohim all the earth
Sing to El Shadday, the all-powerful one
Creator of heaven, earth and all mankind.
Let lyre, harp and psaltery play
Songs that fall on every ear
Let every living and grateful man
Worship before the Great I AM.
He is Mighty and always will
Dwell within us to the end
Praise Him all let trumpets blast
to the Alpha and Omega, the first and last.
Categories:
hosannas, upliftingme,
Form:
Free verse
White America is uncomfortable with moving forward,
they want their future to go back to the past
“Make America Great Again!”
A brand chiseling,
cave wall jingo retail sale slogan
Snowflakes wanna hear the retro frost sound
of Viking cold chains rattling
When naked oppression was Dixie singing
That kind of Babel Tower progress, I ain’t feeling it;
them good ol’ boy days,
when America was great ...
My skin kin was moaning and screaming
They were auction sold:
Crying and wailing ... families split asunder weeping
Now, many golden amber hearts
wanna go back to that dreadful time
The Jim Crow chorus of assimilation animus
caw with shade malice lip hate crime
And not to mention,
the wage money that was free labor stolen —
Pyramid scheme abolition
Seems America was really great at emancipated slave trade:
Pharaoh prison conditions
Ivory House tombstone bellows
are foaming more divisive temporal waves
Remember the recent weepy, minstrel Happy Days,
when forced segregation was the legal rave ...
befo’ that supreme peace fellow,
nappy Harriet gave a Thurgood gavel save
But, I ain’t feeling
that rainbow kind of righteous vibe anymore
My grandfather clock is tick-tock moving backwards,
heading for the slave quarters entrance door
I suppose, it’s a great Confederate Prussian dishonor,
not to wanna rebel blue revel in the past
Especially, when you gotta red flag the fake hosannas,
that old timey white noise on bugle blast
Glaucoma grey vision
shows it’s great to be blind again
Lassie Lady Liberty limp trots leer comfortable ...
walking with a pale bigotry Cain
is a guide dog decision
America’s choice —
they picked the lewd runt of the litter
Little horn voice
blowing trumped up memories bitter
Categories:
hosannas, discrimination, fear, history, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Brightening the manger scene is the awesome Christmas story…
Midst technology-apps, it is illumined with varied light’s iridescence
Enlivening the glorious, blissful and jovial prevalence
Of God’s love reaching down to humanity with great victory.
Quickening to life the nativity characters is computer-driven wisdom…
Animated Joseph and Mary converse with guests along peace tidings
The baby smiles, assuring Emmanuel’s presence and blessings
Banishing gloom, welcoming everyone to His heavenly kingdom.
With social media’s time machine, I visit the manger with grateful jubilation
As shepherds express hope midst global problems and crises
Devoid of materialistic greed against reality’s pretenses
Presenting their commitment to spread the good news for mankind’s salvation.
Along modern animation, the angels' praise-songs reverberate sweetly
Their "Hosannas and Hallelujas" echo with their worship
While the sheep, lambs and donkeys agree in grateful partnership
Urging guests to join with their "O come all ye, faithful" rendition triumphantly.
For its spiritual impact, the manger scene’s influence is immortal
Beyond faith’s machination, it endures forever
Declaring God as the Supreme grace-Giver and sin-Forgiver
Inviting us to trust Him and share His gift of life eternal.*
*Romans 6:23 ... The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
November 23, 2018
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - December, 2019- I Want Christmas Poems" Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode; judged on 12/13/2019.
Categories:
hosannas, appreciation, christian, christmas, faith,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The stones were silent on that day when Jesus rode to town
While cries of loud hosannas came from people all around.
Some said that they should hold their peace and tried to still their voice,
But Jesus said if they would stop, the rocks would then rejoice.
But these were not the stones God chose to lift their voice to praise,
And so the voices of the crowd continued to be raised.
Then soon this happy crowd became a mocking crowd that cried,
“Away with Him! Away with Him! Let Him be crucified!”
He trudged along a stony street, the heavy cross He bore,
His body bleeding from the wounds and crown of thorns He wore.
And these stones, too, were silent as He headed up the hill,
For they were not the ones to speak, nor was it yet God’s will.
Then darkness veiled the noonday sky there on that awful day
When Jesus was left all alone, His Father turned away.
And as He spoke those final words, an earthquake shook the ground
And some were raised to life again from gravesides all around.
The restless rocks so wanted then to speak with their voice,
But they, too, then were quickly hushed, for they were not God’s choice.
They took the Savior from the cross unto a borrowed tomb,
They placed a stone to keep Him there and all seemed full of gloom.
This was a stone nobody thought would ever speak a word,
But after three days with a shout its loud, clear voice was heard.
That stone so silent all those years cried out upon that day
As with a thunder on the ground it loudly rolled away!
That was the stone that God had chose to cry to everyone
They could not keep that body there--He was God’s victorious Son!
That stone cried out that glorious morn, it still cries out today,
“The sting of death, the curse of sin is taken all away!”
That stone speaks of the one who died and went to hell for me
And conquered Satan and his foes and now He holds the keys!
That stone still cries to you today, oh listen to its voice,
Come to the Rock of Ages now--make Jesus Christ your choice!
Categories:
hosannas, christian, easter,
Form:
Prose Poetry
THE PALMS
As dawn child brings a new illumination
Among the palms are hints of gentle motion
Their fronds now stir in elegant activation
Like ladies with refinement: a devotion
Their fluent gestures smoothing interaction
Smiles bows and fans precluding all infraction
As day advances so increasing breeze
Lends greater life to trees and single boughs
The movement still of graceful bending ease
With strength and rhythm in their measures now
Our ladies pair with gallants to advance
The shapes and movements of a courtly dance
With each increase of wind, zephyr to gale
Their motions are more restless in reaction
'til branches thrash in protest at the travail
Separate or clinging daring final fraction
At the end they live the turmoil staying whole
And return to temper tranquil free of toll
Have these trees collective recall - eight days in history
They were spread with glad 'Hosannas!' to greet a King
But in less than a week to witness the tragic mystery
When darkness enveloped the land, and all hope took wing
Did they thrash and writhe to protest unjust, cruel inequity
Yet, the third day, stand in new hope and beauteous serenity
Categories:
hosannas, beauty, nature, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
HERE TODAY GONE TOMORROW
Here today gone tomorrow
Thanksgiving and Christmas Day
We forget I hate to say
Colors – uplifting music
The great festival of friends
Hosannas joy without end
Chapel bells on Christmas Eve
Yearly drive to see the lights
Giant tree oh what a sight!
Amazing special passions
Filled with hope and constancy
Resolutions don’t you see
Quite a metamorphosis
Amnesia like a shroud
Head in light above gray clouds
Five great weeks of fantasy
A magic spell to be sure
Past new year though all’s a blur
Bloody Earth with many wars
World full of empty feelings
D.C. lies shady dealings
Lest we forget peaceful days
The season’s magic feeling
I’ve a wish am appealing
Caught up in reality -
Near forgot those hours of bliss -
Take the time to reminisce
Categories:
hosannas, seasons, christmas, christmas, magic,
Form:
Free verse
Curtain Call
Musings on more than a decade of retirement;
no report card scribble: ‘could’ve done better’.
Old put-downs, praise, blame, and shame,
all the same now. Nothing would jolt
the diurnal cadence of living and ageing.
Riding the bike, dip in the sea, few lengths in the pool
bringing wayward blood-sugar back to heel.
No excess, or excuse needed, for a glass or two with friends.
Eye-sight, reflexes, tested and judged
more than adequate for driving around
hoping to return before dark - unless, to pick up
or drop off family and friends at the airport –
not forgetting the local fiesta, musical show, flamenco night,
costing next to nothing.
Life’s purpose affirmed in every trivial act
presages loud hosannas before the curtain falls.
Categories:
hosannas, age,
Form:
Free verse
Cerberus bleeds through copper tablets.
The red skinned angel spews the truth
Of ages. Of wood: we sing hollow
Hosannas: too many fragments
Of light – flutter past the eyelids.
I wait. Impatiently – push stones
Through needle eyes. Honey
Combed monsters breath deep. Mimic
Lies told by cloaked creatures living
On shadow time.
The flesh forever green. Pillars of fire
Illuminate infinity. Here comes the
(dis)believer of the free word. Those
that stain us – rule. Hypocrisy of the
one that deigned himself God.
Later, the fly awakens. Time to leave,
The dream has finally run out.
Categories:
hosannas, angst, art, death, history,
Form:
Epyllion