Best In The Hands Of Poems
I’m going to the promise land
To see the face of someone grand
Who holds the world in his hands
In the hands of the man
Don’t cry no more because I smile
We’ll meet again after a while
You’ll find me on my knees and hands
Singing praises to the man
It won’t be long ‘til that day comes
When the man lifts from his mighty throne
And comes to earth to claim his men
In the hands of the man
I bid farewell but just for now
And know my love lasts far past now
Continue until we meet again. . .
In the hands of the man
The air is heavy like a dirty woolen blanket
each colorful strand pulled through the warp.
Horns blare and traffic skids and screeches
as unborn accidents are aborted
by fancy-pants cops.
The city slickers in their posh clothes
zip along toward the outskirts
avoiding those in dirndl-shaped, Polleras skirts
and Monteras hats, as if ashamed,
either of their own roots, or of the neglect.
The road to El Salvador* is long
weaving along rough pacific shore lines
wefting past fishing villages,
and cement factories with tangerine groves,
each lane bringing the colors of modern life.
The oranges, red and pinks of fine fabric repeated
in on the metal surfaces of trucks, buses, and motor cabs.
Each person’s destiny pulled and pushed
by the action of man, earth and tide
forward, ever forward..through
the dunes of Lima’s desert.
The invaders hug the hillside,
thousands upon thousands, of rural poor,
driven from the teat of the mother by earth quakes
and the terror caused by The Shining Path.*
Mao lives on in the upheaval caused by his ideology.
Yet, so does ayni*, the helping hand of neighbor,
the brown-skinned hand, more used
to the bobbin than the gun.
Here they have come in oneness
a finished soul on a back-strap loom,
dyed and drying in the heat
of Lima’s desert
they bloom.
*El Salvador- a shanty-town 45 min outside of Lima
with 350,000 residents. This community was nominated
for a Nobel Peace Prize in 1986 excellence
in social work and community growth
**Shining Path-The Communist Party of Peru
is a Maoist terrorist organization in Peru.[
*** ayni- Quechua culture is centered upon community
and mutual help (“ayni”). Their social system is based
on the principle of reciprocity: helping a neighbor
to be helped in return.
Floating on a string
Daring escapes from happy
Innocent clutches
My life has been a tangled path with many falls,
Each time it was impossible God held my hand;
I know whatever happens with me he will stand,
The gift of writing given- to release my pain.
Mother lost her faith but not me I heard God's call,
A little girl opening the doors of the church;
For answers in the Stations Of The Cross I would search;
Oh, this pain kept all these years has made a heavy chain,
And on my heart and soul a scar- a deep red stain.
I have prayed to God for the answer to my whys,
Why God does everyone that I loved in time - dies;
I open the door and wake the pigeons where they perch,
Tiptoeing- my feet so loud in the silent glow,
God now I am putting my faith in you- I am letting go.
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May 4, 2016
Poetry/Canzone/In The Hands OF God
Copyright Protected, ID 16-786-551-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Faith
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
where does
evil rest assure
but
in the hands
of our
advisors
administrators
magicians and
court jesters or
fire in the
hands of
Prometheus
a force the likes of none other
her hands their healing power
over the curves of my back
the wings of my shoulders
arousing without a touch their heat
a magnetic field conjured
pulsating infusion transferred
connecting to the spiritual realm
a breath slowed in conjunction with
the rhythmic motion of a universal pulse
the ethereal life force of eternity
in rare harmony releasing inexplicable tears
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 24, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (16) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
The beginning of every good work always is hard,
Hardly but we have to pick up the pace to reach our dreams.
Calling people from four directions of the world to come to Jesus Christ,
” Witchdoctors, Bandits, Prostitutes, Witches, Liars, Drunkards, And Murderers.”
It is hard, then harder.
Life has many challenges when we are teaching the true knowledge to our Friends,
Family members,
Neighbors,
And Colleagues.
” Death,
Prosecutions,
Imprisonment,
Betrayed,
Hatred,
And Discriminations always occur. “
The world into the mirror, nothing is hidden, no one to break the mirror in the sky, which reflecting the hearts of worldly people.
The sunrise from the east of the world, shining over there, upper, everyone can see it, above there; everyone can feel it.
So luminous,
Lustrous like the words of a wise man,
like the words of God, reminding you and me from far,
very far,” hello, time is near, time is coming, now is, when the true worshippers will worship the Father in Spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such to worship Him."
So sweet than sugar,
Sweet than honey from the bees,
The honey from the heavens,
The honey from the seat of Jehovah,
Is so sweet,
come and taste it,
Salvation will fill your heart,
Your name will change,
To be Sweetheart, Sweetie.
You will never regret many years drinking human blood, drinking witch charm, idol waters in the prisons of Satanists.
The reality of the world.
Come; come back to the Lord, the source of a pure river of water of eternal life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of Jesus Christ.
Free, freely, you will drink it and become a Saved one, Holy man, created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness.
No death
But life forever
And ever,
Amen.
When heartache or uncertainty fill your days and nights,
Remember now, more than ever, just don't give up the fight!
His hands are layed upon you each and every day.
Listen quietly and you'll feel it, not only when you pray.
Sharing with a trusted friend will help to see you through.
The outcome of your life you know, depends on what you DO.
It only takes a willing heart and actions that seem odd,
but through your struggles, you'll find strength - in the hands of God.
I will plead with you one last time
Don't believe I've no more to give
What's coming over us, how could we lose
What at first was so easy to choose
In the hands of the night
It covered our eyes to the light
Now we are stranded and naked
From beautiful dreams we are rudely awaken
In the hands of the night
It squeezes out all that felt so right
Still I got the strength to show you
Morning won't be too far away
To release us from being in the hands of the night
If you feel so scared
Why don't you cling tighter to me
I'll never leave your side
As long as we got a fighting chance
And destiny gives us a hopeful glance
In the hands of the night
It covered our eyes to the light
Now we are stranded and naked
From beautiful dreams we are rudely awaken
In the hands of the night
It squeezes out all that felt so right
Still I got the strength to show you
Morning won't be too far away
To release us from being in the hands of the night
In the hands of the night
It covered our eyes to the light
Now we are stranded and naked
From beautiful dreams we are rudely awaken
In the hands of the night
It squeezes out all that felt so right
Still I got the strength to show you
Morning won't be too far away
To release us from being in the hands of the night
Another loved one has too soon been taken from me.
Bereaved, now I sorrowfully speak in subdued soliloquy
Consoling myself with solemn prayers, I try not to weep.
Divine God, please hear my humble voice before I sleep.
Each life of family and friend ended with one last breath.
Fate's hands control the destiny for everyone in death.
Grief is an arduous burden to carry for those left behind.
Hearts terribly miss admired ones who come to mind.
Inconsolable am I, and those who are also left alone.
Joyless, will be the days when we kneel at the headstone.
Kindred spirits are we, in need of courage and compassion.
Lost souls with sallow faces whose complexion is ashen.
Mourning masks us with the miserable pallor of gloom.
No name can be given to the reaper; no nom de plume
Other than death, for immortality belongs to no man.
Perhaps one day when there's a change in our lifespan,
Questions will be answered when those we once revered
Return from realms of sleep. No more will death be feared.
Sullen and saturnine we will be for those we once cherished.
Treasured and loved beyond measure before they perished.
Usurped of sharing their existence, we cry, "Ashes to ashes."
Veiled are our downcast eyes to hide the flow on our lashes.
Windswept will be storms of drenching rain that will lave
Xenolith slabs of stone with chiseled names upon each grave.
Yearning that loved ones might return to us when sunlight's
Zenith reaches its peak, the pinnacle point of heavenly heights.
I-n the hands of God,
V-ictory lies without a doubt;
Y-our life breathes the air in and out of your mouth.
F-rom the hands of God
A-ll your needs are coming;
L-et His grace overflow,
A-s well as His blessing.
M-aker's long loving arm
I-s filled with mercy and love;
N-inth of May Tuesday
I-s sharing the blue sky above.
A-lmighty Father makes
N-oontime drought or midnight flood;
O-ne bad dream or bright future is in the hands of God.
a destructive world is,
a children hands of god
god destructive world is,
a childs destructive world
a childs world is a childs,
destructive world
the hand of destructive is,
the hand of god
creation is a destructive,
hand of creation
creation is gods destructive hand
creation is a childs destructive world
gods child is gods creation
gods child is gods destructive world
gods hand is a childs hand
gods hand is a childs hand of destructive
children is children of creation
children is children of a destructive world
gods children is gods destructive world
gods children is gods creation
gods hand is gods creation
I saw life pass me by,
too far away to feel its flame;
too many times to hope for change.
To my surprise an angel came.
For they were an answered prayer
that they would follow me anywhere.
They both reached for me like a mirrored pair.
With arms stretched out I found my way there.
And their love was strong & the tears were few
the years slipped by, as years usually do.
Some people feel the weight of time,
which slows their step and their bodies begin to unwind
the Angel said that`s the affect of passing time.
A captive of time,
I asked the Angel to set me free,
and the sweet voice said, Grab my hand and Come with me?.
The murmurs in the wind named me a whore
According to those prayers i never wished for more
Than to be touched by the purest
And held like fine wine
All In the hands of a caliber
I held that knife like i held you darling
And when you told me all i am is ing boring
I threw the knife straight between your eyes
Hoping you wouldn't notice the hole in my mourning
And i told you death was better mercy
In the hands of a caliber
No one can hurt me
So i slashed off my hair
And killed all my friends
Hoping i'd never again find a caliber in my hands
Woah for this winter
Mourn for this winter
Up here in the mountains
No one can hurt you
Expect for the snake
That hides in the hole
With the same name
Same voice, and same clothes
And it hisses at you
To reconcile
All in the hands of a caliber
Why the AK-47 in the hands of the innocent
The innocent has cried out
For too long
For too long
We have been ambushed
By strangers
Unknown to us with a trace
Yes we can't suspect who
They are cos they aren't
Far from our lands
The scars of the tribal wars
Before never stops to end today
Our dignity looks marginalized
By those not in peace with us
Tribalism never ends
In Africa
Such as Racism never ends
In the world
We can't be dying for nothing
We can't continue to lose our love ones
In the hands of this strangers
We always face unwanted brutal
Attacks from this strangers
There pursuit is our destruction
So the fight never end
As the innocent chose to defend their right
If you are still wondering
Why the AK-47 in the hand of the innocent
(Dedicated to all Biafrans World wide )