Best Introspectiongod Poems
Perceive each day as a gift!
A gift freely given “no strings attached”
With the added bonus of free will for spice
On this beautiful serving tray of life
Two choices regally displayed- The Light and The darkness
I bow, I choose the gift more profound
The gift of light, free and clear
From the God of order and mercy,
Daily admonishing "Take only what you need in life,
All excess be kind and share"
I taste it, I accept it, and I kneel in humble worship of Him
His promise-eternal life in God’s presence
Everlasting peace!
To choose the darkness where tyranny reigns
Temporal riches galore amassing
Pure foolery, as these gifts- none are ever free
All illusions, just as magic, will vanish - poof!!
From the god of chaos and lies, beguiling
"Take! Live, the world is yours! You deserve all the best!"
All this for your immortal soul
But comes a day when the bill comes due!
No grace period, no mercy, and to be paid on demandl!
I decline! I reject! this god of chaos with
His promise - eternal separation from God
Everlasting anguish, suffering and pain!
I was on the run from the sun. Unaware of the fact that WE ARE ALL ONE./ I'd forgotten
where we all come from. And this pathetic writing fuels no purpose; an empty mode of
expression...In and out are the same./ I learned that the day I came into this world. Out of
one mother and into another. My mother earth. I thank god for my ability to give birth. To
create a life worth living, I must get better at the art of giving. And lose my war against
thinking. For only in true surrender does freedom live,/ and in that place lies my ability to
give/ WHOLEHEARTEDLY./ I must continue down the path that my first sacred breath started
me./ The moment my heart started to beat, I became aware of this thing called "me"./ And
when my brain formed,/ thoughts clouded the lense through which I see. And still here I be,/
a walking manifestation of the fact that god means FREE.
And God called the dry land
Earth, and I
Built from dust of water
Became the place
Where form met
With spirit
The image forget
It is eternal past
In a moment's prayer
Consumed.
And all this soul
Only to map
From creation to restoration
The gospel deeper
Mysteries
Of love:
Man and God communing
In a speck
Of little dust.
With me it’s not a matter of “If I could talk to God”
I have talked to God, I talk to him all throughout the day
I first talked to God when I was forty-one
I was an evil man
See, I had lost everything and everyone I had ever loved
I was in prison, which was nothing new
Except on this particular time, which was also my last time
I was in the hole and hate was all I had left
God set me free that day
He gave me a gift called Poetry
And from inside that cell
I sprouted wings and with every poem I wrote
I flew on the wings of an angel
Then out of the blue he returned my wife
Who had left me over a year before
After talking me into turning myself in
Well if I could talk to God this is what I would say:
Through the pain and tears I cried
An evil soul laid down and died
And of the stories that soul could tell
Delivered from the pits of hell
I thank you God for the blood of your Son
That enabled my sins to be undone
For giving me the gift and desire to write
The strength inside to stand and fight
For the love of my wife as well as my kids
A way to undo all the evil I did
I am your servant may your will be done
For what once was the darkness now lives in the Son
Lord why have you given all this to me?
I try to understand but still can’t see
You are the beginning and the end of time
The keeper of love and all that’s divine
And I was evil upon two feet
Tired, lonely, broken and beat
I don’t deserve all you have given to me
Try as I might I still cannot see
But till death I’ll do all I can
To live your word and be a man
I am your servant may your will be done
For what once was the darkness now lives in he Son
Anyhow if I could talk to God
I reckon I would probably say something like that
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
That, for us to see, to paragraph
it in life, so our souls, be received.
But what’s faith does to my biograph
that my blooming illusions believed?
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
Faith is like snowflake, a calligraph,
on fingertips of my thoughts that give
a paragon of virtue to live,
a subjective plot upon a graph;
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
Another friend has made his way to where I cannot go.
The light is on, but no one's home. God put him in the show.
You ask God why. Do people die. But just have to wave goodbye.
Serenity is the peace
that is found
when you turn everything over
to our loving God.
Courage is the strength
to go beyond oneself,
beyond fear,
in order to accomplish the work
that God has called you to do.
Wisdom is the knowing
that God is the divine power
and source of both.
No person ever has less value than when they seek to exalt themselves at the
expense of another’s stature. You do not raise yourself by putting another down.
Do cabals and conspiracies exist? The fact so much is conjectured, and written
about this subject insures its veracity. What man can conceive man will try to
achieve.
When it is you’re vice…it is personal choice.
WE ARE GENERALLY SO LOST IN WHAT WE DO; WE CONFUSE IT WITH WHAT WE
ARE, AND FAIL TO SEE WHAT WE CAN BE.
IT SHOULD NEVER BE THE VEHICLE WHICH HAS STATUS…IT SHOULD BE THE DRIVER.
He is “the man”, he has a plan, don’t interfere, the road is clear. Follow the way and
watch what you say…experience the glory of the promised day.
Those who profit they do not die, they cover their greed with another lie.
Wealth, power, and possessions, these and only these are the fuel of war.
War is not about right or wrong. Rather it is about good and evil. No that is wrong,
it is only about evil.
A GOVERNMENT WITH A PERCENTAGE OF ITS POPULATION DISENFRANCHISED…HAS
NO RIGHT TELLING OTHERS HOW THEY SHOULD RULE.
Never quit, for when you quit you are dead, still walking around maybe, however
still dead.
Tomorrow is not ours it belongs to others, cherish today like jealous lovers.
Your word so complex, powerful, defining, for when you give your word you give
your verbal representation of who you claim to be…if your word is no good…you are
no good.
You cannot nurture your Mother the Earth. What a surprise your children you hurt.
Other people why bother to try…the bottom line it’s all about I.
I can tint my hair and tuck my face. Deny the time I joined the human race. I can
even adopt a youthful pace, why not hide that I am a glutton just use a little artful
lipo suction. Oh but surely as I come face the fire; I cannot escape because I’m a liar.
My God is the God of love, peace, and values of the highest order, and I will kill you
to make you believe it…because I love you.
They say he came and lifted our terrible load. Then he opened the gates to a
glorious road. Well I’ll give him this he sure weren’t lazy; however to do that for
man…he must have been crazy.
Who is that stunning dame
Glancing back my way
With lovely brown hair, eyes
Day after day
Don't tell it's but little ole me
For mirrors sometimes fib
And have a tendency to lie
And not always be true
A little bird whispered
For I am as god is
And that’s all I do need
to know n hear each day
From god above
For no mirror can tell me
What I already know
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Just remember when
The mirror does reply
It lies and does fib
To everyone and all
God bless the man
who can shed a tear or two
without fear
letting others see who he may be
exposing his inner soul
when his feelings well up
from deep within
what is it that makes a man a man
it’s having feelings acknowledging that others
have contributed to who you are and who you have become
knowing that you don’t stand alone
it’s the others who ever they maybe that carry you on their shoulders
with the love and pride that comes from deep inside
all men are capable of shedding a tear
but not every man can or will
be able to express his tenderness
and become the man God intended him to be
when tears fall upon your face
letting your humanness show through
that is God bestowing his grace on you
so I say again
God bless the man
who can shed his tears
in front of others for all to see
when he alone feels the love
of the many who have helped make him who he is
I pray someday that I will fulfill
Gods destiny for me
and be able to shed a tear or two
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I
live
in a
Paradise
called Eden
a serpent slithers
through my tender
branches, Adam and
Eve picked from the fruit
for feedin', no music played
yet they enjoyed love dancin',
when morning came the Sun awoke
they vanished, God reprimanded them
and they were banished...the Garden was
destroyed forevermore and cause of these sinful
parents our lives have many chores, God showed His
angry wrath
Paraduse
Lost
man
now
pays
cost
Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds
Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds
The identification then remains stagnant
For quite some years
Then with the members of the community
Would like to attach
Cling on and cherish them
In the neighbourhood by the country
Befriending, helping, empathising
Expand the 'self'
No more walls now
A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past
The villages, cities, continents
Loving every face of man and woman
Black and fair
Rich and poor
Feeling every creatures pain own miseries
Healing their woes, agonies, malaises
In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy
All relations bound in a garland
Of 'Humanity'
Not a less or more
But the centre of the core
Of that radiating circle
Whose centre is in the middle
Without any circumference
Just an atom in the world
Still yet everything.
It is a blessing to be born as a human
And to count life's blessings
Another conundrum
Like counting the infinite stars in the sky
SO FAR AND SO HIGH!
It's a blessing to live happily together
Amongst the beauties and bounties of nature
A happy home with parents
Siblings, relatives and friends.....................
And to share with everone the joys and sorrows
Thank you God for the world so sweet
Thank you God for the food we eat
Thank you God for the merry birds that sing
Thank you God for everything.
Flames and fire are Devil’s friend,
melting, melting till the end,
conglomerate conformity
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My freedom hand hits iron wall,
I’m simmered in a hamster ball,
running, running on worn out knee
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My waxy self runs from the heat,
alas, alas I have no feet,
they’ve melted patriotically,
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My colours blend unto a grey
My past has just been wiped away
Star spangled mediocrity
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
I gaze up high to see the rim
pray, save us from this burning sin,
free individuality,
Oh God please don’t abandon thee!
When this reoccurring dream began it was not very clear, as it continued
it became clearer. Almost immediately after I accepted Jesus Christ as
my Lord and personal Savior, the dreams became vivid, as though I was
actually there. I would wake up in night sweats, heart pounding, wondering
always wondering. I never really put much thought into the dreams, only
that they were. One night a few years ago, I guess something in my
subconscious made me pay attention. What I noticed was, when those
apparitions were surrounded by the soft glowing light, they indeed disappeared.
However, in every dream, there are hundreds of them, the room is full. One
day I asked God how that could be? So many had disappeared. The very next
dream, my question was answered. The faces were new, except for those that
would not look at me. I had asked God for help, He answered my prayer and
question. That's why the new faces, those apparitions were asking me for help.
Somehow by God's Grace, I believe I do... I hope I continue to dream.....
May God Bless all of you, As He has me............Taz
The boy smiles as he races
To catch the pop fly
Hit by the Little League coach
Dad where were you?
Why were you only my ride?
Why did you only deride?
Why did you leave me blue?
The boy waves to his dad
And runs to the car
But the topic of catch his dad didn’t broach
The young man smiles up
To the beautiful young lass
And he reaches for her hand to place a ring
Honey what are you doing?
How could you deceive?
I’m begging you please!
Who are you screwing?
But it’s just a rueful memory
To the day that started all this
If he only knew the misery that woman would bring
The man looks up at the screen
To see what has been written
A wizened smile spreading across his face
So who should I count on, You?
A God who inflicts pain?
A God who seems so vain?
I’ll stick to my point of view.
No visibly despairing sign
Outside of many a grey hair
Pay tribute to the misery of this life – this place
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