Best Imaginationgod Poems
Hi folks. The name's Ike.
'Member me from my other writes?
check 'em out if you'd like.
Me and the Missus, Jane here, jest wanted to say hey.
Jane, she ses I oughta tell you good folks how I pray.
She thought it might be a help to one a ya some day.
Now ya see most everybody prays the way they sees fit.
That's just fine 'ceptin' in the mornin'..well, see.. I fergit.
Way back, a friend name 'a Wally hepped me on that score a bit,
And since then, in the mornin', I aint hardly never fergit.
See at night I got no problem thankin' God with the Missus,
then it's bedtime and we gits in our hugs and kisses.
We tuck in her kitty cats and then we hit the hay.
As I said in the mornin' when I got up I'd fergit ta pray.
So at night when I drop my britches on the floor,
I kick my shoes up under the bed behind 'em,
so when I wakes up in the mornin' after a good snore,
well, I gotsta git down on my knees ta find 'em!
And whil'st I'm on my knees, I 'member somethin', Hoss,
Right 'bout then, I 'member that I ain't the Boss.
So then I ask Him ta help me do what He wants that day,
and 'cause He's Merciful and Good, He helps me that way.
...Z'at what you wanted me to say, my darlin' Missus?
Reckon so ..cause she.. gimme a couple 'a kisses.
Nite nite, darlin'...
and to you folks too!
God bless y'all..
And God said let there be light
And butterflies appeared
Sensuous as a moon
On a fragranted night
With jasmines in her hair.
And God said in the beginning was the word
And the cataract thundered
In a kaleidoscope of white
Wings like water sundered
Dancing on the belly of a stream
Rolling on the breast of the sea.
And God said let there be love
And moon came naked through the curtain
And poet sighed
Willing but still uncertain
Where she will go when day has come
And passions are mute as a stickless drum.
Hey Jesus Christ is our Quarterback,
He's MVP and never gets sacked,
Twelve Apostles are the rest of the team,
The Bible is their rule and Jesus is their steam.
They always win and never lose,
Cheering for souls for God to use,
With Father God as the Heavenly Coach,
The Holy Spirit now will approach.
God's Angels are the team to try,
Wearing their jerseys all will fly,
Across the goal line happily,
Scoring touchdowns for Eternity.
Some are not fans of this great sport,
Wait till you join this Heavenly Court,
And be a player on a winning streak,
God's Angels team is quite unique.
Teresa Skyles
Co-written Linda-Marie Bariana one of the best poets on soup.
Entered in Chris D.Aechter"2nd.chance"contest
Sometimes I feel like I'm all alone
Wondering through this place
But then I look around
Just to see
Your beautiful, smiling face
Sometimes I question if God is real
If he really created me
But then I feel stupid
For quetioning in
The marvelous God that we can't see
Sometimes I want my troubles to disappear
Off the face of this planet
But then I realize
That I wouldn't be human
So I shutup and can it
Sometimes I think that I'm "In Love"
With the person I want to spend my life with
But I'm not even
Thirteen years old
So I know right now love is just a myth
Sometimes I believe that I have a magical friend
That is always by my side
But then I remember
That that would be love
And love I remember has lied
Sometimes I feel as if I don't have friends
That really care about me
But then I remember
Those good ol' times
That they couldn't have had without me
Sometimes I think that poems are finished
At the very last line
But then I think
That all those "finished" poems
Will never be finished in my mind
Form:
My Angel Bob is on vacation
That is my predicament and situation
You see for a few thousand years
Hundreds of souls have been in his care
Millions of prayers he sent to Above
Always watching with quiet love
Bob is a Class C angel in 9th Heaven he dwells
You know the one next to Hell
Works all day and through each night
While the demons and devils mock him in delight
He tries real hard to earn his wings
He was up for really important things
Once he was called upon a task so great
But he overslept and he was too late
It seems there was this virgin girl in Israel
An immaculate birth to her he was to reveal
But oversleeping he wasn't able
So God sent down the boastful Gabriel
And than there were these walls of Jericho
Knock them down with a single blow
And than if by choice he lost his voice
So God sent down his thunder
And the great walls fell under
Poor Bob left out cause he couldn't shout
And remember the evil of those two cities
Sodom and Gomorrah a sight not for my pretties
Fire and brimstone he was suppose to rain down
But instead in his pail full of water no orders to drown
So the glory again goes to Gabriel to boast
He burnt those two cities to crispy toast
Back to 9th Heaven on a ladder he must climb
While the demons of Hell mock him in rhyme
Poor Angel Bob even Bill the silly has wings
It seems he helped Joseph intrepid a Pharaoh's dreams
From Class C to B he roused rubbing it into poor Bob's nose
You see Bob was to deliver Joseph's coat of true blue
But he stumbled into a rainbow and dyes it of every hue
Joseph was sold into slavery by jealous brother's schemes
All Bob could say is I hope the boy has dreams
Continued in Angel's Holiday (Part Two)
Just as though a person will train in the natural/
God wants us to use his talent in the supernatural !
A thought to ponder,
Many years ago/
A very noble poet had penned,
"The pen is mightier then the sword !"
Yet what was his richest reward ?
This came not from the things given to him by men !
One man had prayed long to God for help/
He went to the doctor,
Shortly after the doctor stated, His prognosis was grim !"
Lose the weight or your going to die !"
In return the man worked out everyday;
Even started working on his tan,
All of a sudden, the man started looking and feeling great !
Time had passed and he was crossing the street one day,
Suddenly he got hit by a car !
In the return the man prayed to the Lord again;
"Where were you God ?"
His reply was,
Frankly with that tan Sam, I didn't quite recognize you !
As the pen was to the sword/
Learn to pull forward to earn God's greatest reward !
One word to the wise,
"Read your bible and stay away from all of Satan's lies !"
The moral of the story may be strange but true !
That God isn't ever through with you !
Form:
The bright dawn drives away the last of dark.
Applause suspended, I watch with delight.
Mount Baker in the distance, veiled in fog,
Majestic Queen awaiting the new day.
Her white clad image steaming from the cold.
As firs pay homage to her from below.
The smaller hills are dressed in vibrant green,
Our little valley now waits for the play.
The streaks of dawn emit the morning light,
Reflecting off a flock of flying geese.
Now all is hushed and waiting for the show,
With God providing stage for the first scene.
They are in place, the action will begin,
Commuters first to enter on their cue,
Then farmers in their fields, no lines to speak
And busses with their children now appear.
They speak their lines without a written page,
Some near their final acts, others fill in.
In seeming mad confusion, all parts fit
And unrehearsed, each actor plays his part.
The night brings down the curtain on the show,
As God is writing scripts for a new day.
Tomorrow all must play their parts anew
And wait for Judgment Day to know how well.
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Darkness, thick that feels like water
People’s scream’s as if great slaughter
Choking you at the back of your throat
Yearning for light to write a poetry note
Eyes, ears, taste, smell, touch, no longer in use
Blackness disables them in its destructive pursuit
Fires light as they crave for the light
Darkness quenches it with an ever black night
Some drive making accidents panicking on their way
Searching for the part where there’s light in the day
They look up in a hope that the stars may break through
But they chock, they gasp they fall and they spew
They crawl, they hungry, they start to eat each other
Brother eats brother, father eats son, daughter eats mother
Looking where they think heaven is, crippled and bent
Cursing God in the hope that their torment will end
They think through the insanity that this must be hell
Their bodies begin to blister, pain and swell
Just another day in 2012 they must face
For the love of God is no longer as he removed his grace
They should consider this heaven and not hell
For after this hell is worse and for eternity they shall dwell
A young man tells a story
A passionate one
One of love
One of hatred
A man tore apart from greed
A man tore apart from passion
I can’t imagine how he feels
Does he feel like me?
He is like one of the lost men
One of the unknown –
Islam, Christianity, Judaism, different sects
For one purpose
To oversee
The god is somewhere
We search
Yet he is close by
I see him now
He is large
Black
Is that satan?
No it is god
I’m sure
Or so the story says
Maybe the story doesn’t say
What is that?
I love you
Never leave
Gluttony
A sin
What shall I do?
Build an empire
I will rise and overcome
For a new purpose
For god alongside
My heart
I don’t see God
He is somewhere
But I remember in my head
That I know he is not visible
Humans cannot see God
So, what shall I do?
I try to see him
I will continue my quest
It is not against the law
It is not against religion
I love my God
Please let me see him
Windy blowing
I see another shadow from the light
A friend to my quest
He says
Read
Read for purpose
I cannot read
I am blind
I am illiterate
I can read now
I understand God’s language
I am favoured
But not close
I try more.
The ending draws near
I must place a final end to my journey
After all – all life ends
So I say – the purpose of life is to be happy
Pleased to survive
I sit amongst this chair
This chair of passion
To say my feelings
But I am not closer to God
I feel it
Something happens
God appears
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