Best Laity Poems
Old Persian expedition of eight ships
Eight hundred soldiers on board with whips
Traveled and vanquished Aksumites of good gesture
People of worship, peace and humane nature
Aksum of ivory and gold
Many stories, forgotten and untold
Ripped of faith, freedom and sold
Queen of beauty blazed houses of the laity and cold
Forty years all devouts left defenseless and bleak
On the frail grounds under scorching sunny peak
Yet stones of faith stood tall over the weak
Images of the Cross on coins, strong faith
of the banished people speak
Cairns of unnamed heroes and heroines of faith
Christians of unity, subjects of the saith
Above all afflictions and tribulations from the cursed breath
Bright lights dwell on good, strong souls
chained by shadowed wraith
Birth of an infant, a mom's victorious pain
From monosyllables to phrases to sentences
Speech takes the place of shouts and cries
Actions replaces the moans; coos and tries
From crawls to strollers, sturdy legs stood up
From dolls to cars, who could have thought
Later from afar, some "plays" could leave a scar
or some games will give you one or more stars!
Myriads of people come and goes in life
Who will dare to stay, care or leave a strife?
Pinnacles and woes there will always be
Yet, this the beauty of life one could have been
For each teardrop fall, hails and molds a soul
For each mistake, numbers large blessings
For each joy and success, paves to motivate
For each step and decision, leads to a better self
A top billboard list, one can be
Blockbuster live movie of life, one can also be
Best selling unwritten book, one can also be
Or the least a kind laity that one can be
Our life, may either be at peace and of bliss
Or the other way around, at war and of pissed
They say: "live life to fullest.."
But who can ever say: The hows'
For our life comes from God
No one can readily predict
When it will be last or gone
Or when exactly is death?
By
olive_eloi
4:01 pm
03/13/2014
CONTEST: LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT
SPONSOR: DAVE WOOD
9TH PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY)
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From hunting comes
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting
And keep counting
And measuring sometimes too
In the treasury
Keep your eyes open
The lids may shut up
Keep the cup wide
You will see everywhere
Ensnaring unaware
The tiger killing the helpless deer
Deer who love destiny
Who worship deities
Members of the laity
Dependent on goddesses and gods
In their odds
Fall very easy prey
To the hunters obsessional play
Their God has no say
In the decay
By hunters in dust they lay
Shrunk tottering mewing aching
Finally breaking down
Into the absolute immobility
Thanks to the myriad kinds
Of the guns of the hunters behind
I perk up my ear
In the civilized forest
And hear the guns
Nuns and monks are in readiness for nursing
Churches mosques temples towering for services
What a grace
My every molecule encapsulated in attention
Hears the sound of the gun
And feels the consequent death
The blue sky we love so much laughs nonetheless
The ground underneath
Is moistened in crimson red
Black velvet
First hunt the doe, a decoy
Leopards and tigers follow in joy
We are all pretty toy
In the hands of the hunters
We look on in wonder
Of grandeur of the capital
Take or surrender
You may grunt
Fruitlessly
Willy Nilly
You have to join the hunt
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30/10/2016
Not for contest since the lines have exceeded the stipulated limit which I failed to notice when I first read the contest details.
The politically correct nonsense of today is so very absurd!
The language of my native land has become so terribly blurred,
By those who devote themselves to concocting such inane idiom.
Such prattle is as puzzling to me as is the element of iridium!
Now, it's chic to refer to postmen and befuddled college freshmen,
As postpersons and freshpersons whether they be woman or man!
Even folks with sticky fingers are given a title deemed more proper:
A shoplifter is delicately called a "non-traditional shopper!"
The wino in the gutter and the falling-down drunken driver,
Are each tenderly referred to as a "substance abuse survivor!"
Even the Father of Creation is no longer referred to as "He".
Monikers like "Daddy", "She" and "A Being" were created by the laity!
The so-called social engineers want to sink without a trace,
Cheery "Merry Christmas" with ill-chosen greetings in its place!
After all, 'tis Christ's glorious birth that we commemorate,'
Not the winter soltice or some pagan rite to perpetuate!
Seems 'tis normal nowadays to blame everyone but one's self,
For problems and predicaments in which one finds himself.
I could go on ad infinitum on this topic but space won't allow,
But I reckon the reader will have perceived how I feel by now!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
by Michaelw1two
Thinking’s challenge is to weigh,
all of one’s life substance;
quandary thus, illogical fuss,
which blinds the mind's acutance;
adscititiously into thoughts bleed,
vitiated indurate boastance;
corrumpable sequella fortuity,
each thought, is truth’s desistance.
Retrospectively choices trial,
stands outside an untidy purport;
merycism seeps beneath one’s deep,
questions mythical adhort;
ex postfacto, pride’s precious précis,
ideas from ideals besort;
denouement cryptic episode,
Sphinges contend, issue alamort.
Sapience elusive rapture,
most minds need bethink acology;
humanity’s Id mulled,
without reference to a doctor of alethiology;
furgacious notions, become the norm,
arguments chime atheology;
Toison d’ or, parley prewar,
else high angels deem eschatology!
Medullary substance rare,
within rabid beings Tour de force;
coarctation, indeed strangulation,
dire result for living's bourse;
Nationalism's agenda, wiled racist theme,
keeps élan’s cry hoarse;
emasculation, Republican dream;
equates rule of thumb perforce.
Contemplative ideas abound,
behind the veil of Arriere Pensee;
insinuation to middle class,
jokes on all, laity economic refugee;
elucidation simplistic, vote for change,
or be laissez-faire etouffee;
sublevation, certifiable eminency,
party GOP national expellee!
Jan 2010
Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them
Calumny is a sin which consists in maliciously attributing to another faults
detects which he did not posses
A person commits the sin of calumny or
slander when by lying he injures the good name of another
Laity is a member of the Church that does not belong to the clerical
religious state
Unity is what all people of God is supposed to be in His only Catholic
Roman Catholic Church.
Mass is given from Jesus Christ only Roman Catholic Church
New Covenant is the law and dispensation of Jesus Christ
opposed to the Old Covenant of Moses which it infinitely surpassed
superseded
fulfilled
Yahweh refers to the proper name of God
"WHO AM"
12172011
The Sphinx, an early Egyptian god
With head of a man and feline’s bod
Was a helpless kind of deity
Of no use to priest or laity.
God was angered by the golden calf,
But the silly sphinx just made him laugh,
A toy to toss to nearest stars
To land at last on Planet Mars.
It lies there in nonentity
A rock without identity
Forgotten with other rocks around it
Until technological camera found it.
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For Carolyn's Sphinx contest
won 6th place
DEITY FOR LAITY or THE RELUCTANT ATHEIST
Oh! must we talk of God? Myself I think I’d sooner look
At what I perceive without a preconceived idea, prescription
We could quote the words of others since they’re written in a book
That proclaims that it alone contains the holy true description
Or could speculate with reason on what ought to be the truth
Using Boolean equations, syllogisms by the dozen
Draw Venn diagrams and mind maps, argue then with words uncouth
That He really must exist - or on the other hand He doesn’t
So I’ll stick with what I know and that’s including Thou and thine
Tell me of your own cognition, I’ll esteem your clear sincerity
Also those who’s lives I’ve known for whom I’d use the word “ Divine”
And that’s good enough for me ‘till I perceive a higher verity
I accept this world originates in one or more creator
But am cautious to endorse a sole, benevolent, Dictator
Timidity pronounced them timorous,
Stout hearted glanced askance on their lot,
Scare of fear chagrined their visage,
Gladiators belittled their blushes,
As they sunk deeper into quagmire of luxuries,
They became laughing stock of laboring laity,
They proclaimed theirs was high echelon,
Those below clamored to take over reigns,
Deceit ,manipulation,greed and gluttony,
Turned into their notorious traits,
They fed on powers that were benign and flailing,
With fissures of disunity and discontent,
Entrenching themselves swiftly,
Each of them weighed what they had and what not,
Forgotten in this miasmic amnesia was their purpose and work,
Those below clamored to take over reigns,
The ruling had to be revolted against and were,
Those that took over became ruling and sprang to top rungs,
Till time came for populace to bleed and show their hearts wrung,
The society had reversed once more and will do so again and again.
Don’t you scold,
She is not bold,
The weakest sentiment,
She cannot contain!
A fresh rosy colour--
Of emaciated cheeks,
Contrasting rings somber,
Besieging the sunken eyes,
Her limbs slender,
Akin to a moon beam tender,
Complexion pallid,
Gaze languid,
The stature stunted,
The chest movements restricted,
Imperceptible fever,
With occasional shiver,
The ‘delicate’ personality,
Described by the laity!
Well! She is certainly frail,
Alas! Medically, a plaintive tale!
Slow and serene could I walk at the jheel
If wore on my visage a pleasant smile,
Relaxed to core, deep-set laity to feel,
When weary thoughts were left behind to pile.
A seed of joy within sprouts peace and love,
What a perennial source in life it is!
But not for me in rush, ever on move,
Ever on rise a buoyant sea to seize.
Life’s leisured walk, a sprint nor blindfold race,
If to reflect I opt for peaceful pause
That puts me in prime touch with inmost face,
Where’s joy in chasing a gossamer gauze?
Too bad, it dawns to me on a late day
That there's no way to joy, joy is the way.
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Sonnet |03.08.11, revised January 2025| joy, journey
Poet’s note: A jheel (Hindi) is a shallow, sprawling lake.
In contemporary society, doctors & scientists for example, are considered to be experts in that they hold a body of dominant knowledge that is on the whole, inaccessible to the layman.
How I feel about the vaccine, its nobodies business
When I look around I find tons of brainers on the subject
Half of them scientific experts who know it all (yes) 100%
Half of them scientific experts who know it all (no) 100%
Just like politics and religion now we have a 3rd subject
that has become taboo
I rather focus on a cure for the world at large
stay positive, don't pound your opinion on either side
"They say never throw away a Layman" was originally used to distinguish between non-clerical people and the clergy.
It soon was used to distinguish non-professionals from professionals in a field (such as law or medicine). In a similar fashion the collective noun "laity" originally referred to non-clerical people, but came to also mean "persons not of a particular Profession.
In my opinion, most of us can be considered layman
so why are we so quick to act as Doctors or Shamans
How do I feel about the vaccine is an opinion too costly to say these days
you got it ? you didn't ? you ! gamma rays ! I'm in a daze
We went to Worship Christ this morning,
and I shall not besmirch
But I felt like a Catholic,
in a Baptist Church
I'll tell you all a story,
I'll do the best I can
To explain the prior stanza,
to help you understand
You see we're Episcopalians,
of the Highest Rite
The highest in the Episcopal Church,
that's maybe why I'm so uptight
We're used to a large Procession,
many times I'd take the lead
But what we saw this morning,
was much less than we need
We need to feel the presence of,
Our Lord, Our Christ, Our King
For some it may not matter,
for us, a necessary thing
We need to hear the Sacristy Bell,
as the Ministers come in
As well as the Bells of Sanctus,
when the Eucharist begins
I need to wear my Vestments,
and lead the Laity
That's what I have been trained to do,
what my Lord asks of me
We need more than one Acolyte,
for the assistance of the Priests
At our old Church we had seven,
four at the very least
Our new Church is quite friendly,
welcomed us with open arms
Maybe we can assist them,
with our subtle charms
It's hard when you're outsiders,
to make a drastic change
God asks us for our patience,
He'll see what He can arrange
We truly hope this piece does not offend anyone.... When I am frustrated I write...God Bless
Taz
A pyramid of stones and a beam of steel
Can't stand in my way,
I will find a route.
Guns, rigid laws and distance,
Can't interrupt my search for you,
I will press harder.
I've been drilled on how to combat forces,
Fighting me without knowing how to win,
I will rather die than give up.
I feel pains and have been betrayed,
My heart bleeds in anguish sometimes,
But I'm still persevering.
I've tasted fear and my share of cruelty,
Cried like a disfellowshipped laity,
I still need you.
My wish is to hold you tight every night and day,
Because I want you to stay,
The world is too cold,
We can still be warm and as well grow old.
Let me build my world around you till the end of time,
It's not a crime,
The past is gone,
The future is a dream,
All I got is now and
With you by my side, I need no other heaven.
A Stewart Annie Everestus 's poem © 2019
For my imaginary future wife.