Best Leading Light Poems
Whatever tomorrow may bring,
Today is in my hands,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He'll lead me through time's sands.
Today is in my hands,
I can use it for God's glory,
He'll lead me through time's sands,
He's the writer of my story.
I can use it for God's glory,
Before I turn to dust,
He's the writer of my story,
My Master whom I trust.
Before I turn to dust,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
My Master whom I trust,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
No matter what happens,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
He's my Rock and Defence.
No matter what happens,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He's my Rock and Defence,
Whatever tomorrow may bring.
06/22/17
Categories:
leading light, faith, future, god, song,
Form:
Pantoum
I wish
I could into a deep blue sea dive
Have the flowing flood of tears subside
Let my smile surface and revive
And my woes would ever cease to survive..
I wish
I could the highest of mountains mount
And from its very summit
I would see with no doubt
How tiny my tribulations and vain to wane about..
I wish
I could widely fly
Reach the heart of the sky
And how light I am I would realise
Having dropped the heaviest of burdens so far..
I wish
I could on a solid land land
And feel the strength of the path I tread
Be sure not to stumble
When I raise high my head..
I wish
I could vanish into darkness
With a void I would merge
Attain a leading light
And with serenity I would converge..
I wish
I could follow an inner time to rise
Bright, full of energy and willing to shine
Despite the weights of dark nights
Seek the Light of God, bow to the Sublime and end my fights
I wish
I could not just bathe but sink
In a so pigmented thick ink
Draw and colour in a wondrous beauty
Paintings and portraits with my poetry..
Categories:
leading light, dedication, destiny, emotions, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Written: June 22, 2024
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Lovely, two-week luster.
lasting sylvan smell,
lavender, blue, crimson, lilac, pastel
light lifts people's mettle
leading light is a liking illustration.
loamy land leaning of landowners.
Lubed language is silky and crucial.
land lightly in people's whimsy
locution of literalism logicality
lasts for a lengthy time, if not longer.
Lapis lazuli lanes link labor.
limitless loop layout lends a look of light.
lost from landscape left walls in flux.
looking for love losing out
learning to love may launch
letting love lurch may be a loom.
lift by living a loving life.
lasting love is pulled to lead
Living every day, listening to the wild.
learning life lessons by laughing
lifting lethargy, limiting lemons
loving our Lord, love one another.
love talk leaks recall, lie seal.
loving recalls rekindle love's loyalty.
lips locked, long-lasting.
long, salty lacking friends.
love, latch loss, live for those who care.
looking for a soulmate alone looks cruel.
limping life’s path, listening to voices.
lambaste the bamboozled mind.
laugh, scream your feelings loud
Lustrous eyes reveal loneliness.
lost will, loyalty remains.
lockets and lullabies depict it.
lyrics praise long, dull winters alone.
lacking friendship, grieve less.
Licensed to fix wrongs, omit loopholes of lies.
lure rivals to confess, and learn their lies.
Categories:
leading light, light, love,
Form:
Free verse
Every stomach should be bounteous with food.
Acceptance should be ingrained and subdued.
With terrorism demise, may Humanity prevail?
Embrace peace through embracing humanity tale.
To prevent skirmish, refrain from criticizing people.
A firmer grasp of one another's emphases feeble.
We are wholly identical, as the stars are plenty.
Every one of us is a word of God's adoration subtly.
The leading light sustains a quieting impact on stream.
A stirring fire saturated with affection haunt a dream.
There will be no conflicts and there will be harmony.
Faith in self-denial and the ascent of antagonism utterly
God fills us with serenity in a variety of ways.
His affection lights our nights and plugs our days.
Realizing my loved ones are fine and protected.
Thankfulness and kindness overflow in the blood.
A profound inner calm that no one can charter away.
Even mankind's hope is clung alive the deep way.
Written: March 25, 2022
Categories:
leading light, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh fallen star of Bethlehem, your established moment shines,
upon canvas of harsh intent, descendent of heavenly design?
A mighty angel’s leading light to those befallen, pleasure-bent?
Are gleaming eyes masking spites or, our demands, aspiring content?
Looking toward skies o’er Bethlehem, as prides of mortal men delight;
bearing gifts; coffered obedience, marking paths, Magi alight.
When losing sight of stellar sign, in Jerusalem they did quick inquire,
at palace great, to a king divined; hoped route, from Herod, to acquire.
II
We saw a star (when in the east) and have come to render our obeisance,
said light has left us briefly, too the wakes of our continuance.
While in the kingdom his star was seen, glancing eyes into glass orbs stared.
Expectant sighs at skies portending, bejeweled fingers into cauldrons stirred.
A caravan of mystics then gathering, consigned to cross harsh lands at night.
Postured gifts, too much appeasing, a source of imminences, expelling light.
Great Herod stirred with agitation, “Summon to me, scribes and priest,”
and they spoke to him of Bethlehem, from whence shall come a Jewish King.
Elsewhere God’s swift messenger, arrives with tidings of glad news:
Rejoice! Rejoice for the Lamb’s shepherd! Blessed are borne Jacob’s sons to truth.
That one drawing light from the light’s giver, firstborn of heaven’s womb.
He has taken breath that men be delivered, fear no more, door’s enclosing tombs.
III
One question, in cautious need; discerns plucked from common threads.
What purposed such judicious leads, as that star’s light to Jesus led?
What cause that such symbol did cease, perhaps a plan most devious shed?
To turn also eyes of Herod east, these, jealous guards of scriptures read.
Oh bright stars over Christendom, look! Your beam’s a turning compass,
your ray, as flames with many tongues, scouring Earth in hopes of bliss.
Misleading truths, mounting traditions, swallowed lies drunk from waters shallow.
The wise one is made fool again, if needs a lamp, above a Christ we can follow.
With signs, divinities are misconstrued, as such, a star; still you teach our youth?
As light into the night deludes, beware, convincing knees to bending truths.
Categories:
leading light, faithlight, star, light, men,
Form:
Free verse
A sudden thought springs to my mind,
a statement borne in rhyme.
I find this happens frequently
and cherish it each time.
Don’t ask me where the thought came from,
another soul or mine
or maybe it bleeds from the ‘whole’,
if so this thought’s divine.
The thought then echoes through my mind,
I’m clothed within it’s gown
and actually feel the thought’s relief
when it is written down.
Then other thoughts can quickly come
like rain they start to pour,
while some must wait until the first
has more time to mature.
When time is right I sit me down
then more words start to flow,
my pen moves through the rhyme with ease
and writes it in one go.
The written words bear ripened fruit
like grapes plucked from the vine,
but from this point I nourish them
and make them really mine.
I carefully study every thought
and review every line
to keep the meaning shining through,
but help the words to rhyme.
I know that I am meant to share
this gift that I’ve received,
to help some find their inner strength
in what has been conceived.
My poetry can mean so much
to those who care to read,
but please don’t offer me the praise
I did not plant the seed.
There really is a leading light
to see us through our day,
it shows itself in many forms
to help us find our way.
But you my friends must seek it out
then with it you can shine,
like I have done with poetry
a gift that I make mine.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
leading light, muse, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
If we could wish upon a star
and see our wish come true
the only thing we could wish for
is what we cannot do.
To bring our daughter back to us
without her earthly pain
for memories now are all we have
since parting was such pain.
I know there's other parents
who have shared our darkest night
but children shouldn't go first
we should be their leading light.
Although I speak the mysteries
of the mind within the soul
within our hearts we suffer
from a huge big gaping hole.
We strive for reassurance
that at last we'll meet again
but until then, like others,
we just learn to live with pain.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
leading light, children, feelings, grief, my
Form:
Rhyme
World watches Humanity Fall;
Indifferences felt by All.
Few moments in History can compare;
Shockwaves rippled everywhere.
Each land of a different name;
Every Indifference is the same.
Suffering, Despair;
Proof that Nobody Cares.
Violence, Anger;
Skin Color Danger.
Hatred, Fear;
Hard Truths Faced this Year.
The People United;
No Longer Divided.
Joining Together;
Overcoming 'Stormy Weather.'
Every Father, Every Mother;
Teachers of 'Love Another.'
Every Sister, Every Brother;
Helping One Help The Other.
Companionship, Comfort
Eases The Impact of The Hurt.
Creativity, Hope;
Engineered New Ways to Cope.
Our Daughter, Our Son;
The Healing has Begun.
All the Lands, Across All the Seas;
All the Same in Times of These.
New Life, Old Heart;
Love Found Miles Apart.
Angrily Loving, Civil Unrests;
Violent Peaceful Protests.
New Enemy, Old Friend;
Only One in the End.
Black, White;
Not Wrong, Not Right.
Blind, Sight;
Presently We Write.
Rite, Oversight;
Historic rewrite.
Support, Unite;
Beautiful Highlight.
Fight, Fright;
Dark of Night.
Heroes, Spotlight;
Front Lines of Knight.
Guiding Love, Leading Light;
Hatred Overwrite.
Flames, Ignite;
Ignorance Invite.
Categories:
leading light, humanity, irony, peace, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
A sudden thought springs to my mind,
a statement borne in rhyme.
I find this happens frequently
and cherish it each time.
Don’t ask me where the thought came from,
another soul or mine
or maybe it bleeds from the ‘whole’,
if so this thought’s divine.
The thought then echoes through my mind,
I’m clothed within its gown
and actually feel the thought’s relief
when it is written down.
Then other thoughts can quickly come
like rain they start to pour,
while some must wait until the first
has more time to mature.
When time is right I sit me down
then more words start to flow,
my pen moves through the rhyme with ease
and writes it in one go.
The written words bear ripened fruit
like grapes plucked from the vine,
but from this point I nourish them
and make them really mine.
I carefully study every thought
and review every line
to keep the meaning shining through,
but help the words to rhyme.
I know that I am meant to share
this gift that I’ve received
to help some find their inner strength
in what has been conceived.
My poetry can mean so much
to those who care to read
but please don’t offer me the praise
I did not plant the seed.
There really is a leading light
to see us through our day
it shows itself in many forms
to help us find our way.
But you my friends must seek it out
then with it you can shine
like I have done with poetry
a gift that I make mine.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
leading light, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I noticed a glimmer,
or was it a shimmer,
right here with me,
in this very room.
The sparkle of charcoal,
held high, but suspended,
catching the eyes
and slicing the loom.
Creating a place,
inspiring grace,
embodied in each smile,
and each desire to linger awhile.
Indescribable power,
a leading light tower,
in the eye's of the tiger,
the man with the dream of the hour.
Categories:
leading light, beauty, dream, leadership, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Sitting and waiting in a field full of olives is not a bad way to spend an hour but an hour can be long and long is a length and a length with a leaving leading light is not a dividend, a milestone, or a key part in a global televised production of cow ballet. Cow ballet is very pleasant to watch but so are peeling pansies whose playfulness is amusing to pandas who watch with baleful stares at pretty petals whirling around and around and around. Astound no Peking duck in a village tent because the quacking can turn grass into ultra large crackers. Murmur an atmosphere to a mild day and see the sunset sweep away the times. And times take training trains turning tulips tempestuous tantric tanks. So rank not a sergeant pea horn today. And deliver no stalks that talk to a laughing leering longboat. Bathing brilliant beanstalk battles. Ha a dormant dormouse delivering doors. Ha a milkman mouseman in a cloth bringing caskets of dew. Ha a kneading knee says hi to a shawl on a bedroom rug. Pillar post posting prating pirates. And clap clap then hop sixteen times on a left leg. Hee hee hee from first genetic milk buds. Xxxxx catastrophic cat climbing. Xxxxx actualisations z z z z z z at forty four spoonfuls of dough to seventeen foot of pie mixture. Z attempt leaping now then? Z
Categories:
leading light, baseball,
Form:
Starlight of my Life
When you found me I was
Lost, teary and alone
Alike a fledgling bird
Fallen out from its home.
From the first moment on
I felt I’d found a friend
You, my true love only
Helped a damaged heart mend.
You showed love is the way
To finding happiness
To rejoice and to sing
For all life’s blessedness.
You set my heart aflame
Poetry in motion
With a love that’s deeper
Than the deepest ocean.
There’s no star out in space
That sparkles as you do
You are a leading light
I’ll always follow you.
You’re starlight of my life
Charming prince of my dreams
I’ll love you forever
Till moon beams cease to stream.
9th September 2021
The One Who Touched My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina MacIntosh
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Categories:
leading light, heart, love, star,
Form:
Quatrain
We are shouting a massive hurrah
America provides a future princess
a leading light, now our superstar
Harry she did certainly impress,
A fairy tale wedding in the making
time to be happy, celebrate, rejoice,
events like this are groundbreaking
our prince of taste, a wonderful choice.
Categories:
leading light, beautiful, celebration, future, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
Syria
In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit
walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid
smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men
who have only murder and agony as a leading light to their
short future that holds no promise of peace.
Beside me a box shaped as a heart I knew it was a hand
grenade about to explode, soldiers came the grenade was
defused. They carried me in chair to the ocean´s strand.
High tide came I was free to join the dolphins, I had tried
life ashore it was fun for some time, but I always longed to
join my tribe, where I need no speak and just be.
We swim between the Azores and the coast of Portugal and
I`m bored to tears, which happens those who have grown out
of their old culture, but nevertheless I falsely warn dolphins
not to leave the sea, be tempted by the dry land´s pearls made
of tears spilt by us who will never get home, kitschy neon light
and New Orleans´ jazz like it sounded in 1964.
Categories:
leading light, courage,
Form:
Blank verse
When the night gets to its utmost
Darkness and loneliness follow
When you shiver out of frost
Filling it up what so hollow.
Find your way out before get lost;
Before the night have you swallowed.
Put your head up high; find your leading light;
Keep searching even if it is not so bright.
Do all your best and start to pray;
Even how hard it is; you’ll find your way;
Give yourself a chance to breathe as you go by;
With Pure feelings can put up with anything; just try.
Categories:
leading light, mysterynight, night,
Form:
Rhyme