Best Likeness Poems
Moon's natural highlights
where the sun passes
deemed now his ethereal spell
In gentle or gleaming colors
however fractured each phase
moon's natural highlights
Tonight his ring
around her glistens blue dark
where the sun passes
And every time
as shine's fading, time
deemed now his ethereal spell.
WE ARE MADE IN THE IMAGE AND LIKENESS OF GOD
Beautiful eyes, that hardly lie,Wonderful lips and curvy hips.Hair that drapes over your neck,And a face that glows just for the sake,You are indeed a wonder of God’s creation.But again what can i say,We are all made in the image n likeness of God.
I glance and see life,
Life in its simplicity of forms,
You smile and I see beauty,
Beauty in the mystery of creation,
You walk, and I see royalty,
Royalty complete with nobility,’
Tell me,
Are you an Egyptian goddess?
Or a queen in the game of chess,
Coz to me,
You are God’s proudest piece of art,
But again what do I know,
I know,only that which i ought to know.
Is all this true?
Is all this really you?
I look at myself for an answer,
Answers that can help me kill this doubtful cancer,
Then suddenly I see her in me,
And me in her,
Wait!
Is this even possible?
I ask myself,
But then, I remember ha-ha! Oooh!
We are all made in the likeness and image of God
Form:
Whose “image and likeness”
I ache as my spirit recoils, denies
the truth of what we have become.
…in his image and likeness..
surely there could not be
a “god” so disfigured, so ugly
as to hate its offspring,
send assassins into our midst,
fill our “prayers” with doubt and distress
sicken our spirits with the apathy of acquiescence,
abandon us to our acceptance of evil.
I grieve all death as it depletes
the fullness of our entwined spirits
drains the sap from our tree of life
denies a never formed branch existence
depletes the chorus of its fullness.
I weep in sorrow for the body of man
bleeding slowly from self inflicted wounds
blinded by the horror that it sees
unable to fulfill life’s simplest need
consumed with petty enmity and hate
children the sacrificial lambs of fate.
I am angry with this “disfiguring” god
enraged that he would tar us with this brush
paint caricatures of our souls
default dominion - this worlds debauchery.
I am appalled that men can do to men
such that the soul would favor hell
over living in the squalor of despair
seeking mercy from a god who’s disappeared.
John G. Lawless
6/19/2015
As dust, the particles of life
The light spirit traversed
We
In those rhythms and essences of eternal
As they came upon each other
Discovering one another
And through all the myriads of touch
Kissed within the creations of Goddess and Gods
We recognised each other
Some call it love
And such a dance was hailed to weave itself
Through the atoms of our soul
That we knew and did not know
But still I fell into your eyes
As you fall into my arms
And every word unspoken sits on the quiver of your lips
And every nuance of its translation
Echoes in my fingertips
Some call it destiny
And I held you, a burning torch of proof
In my heart could swell, you, and nothing more
That I, this man made of flesh and blood
Could hold in his hand
Eternity in his heart
Light you were and love you are
Flame of me
Flame of yourself
And some …. some call it ……….. desire
Which clenched in the palm of dampened sheets
Hung poised with the ache
A hand entwined around your naked thigh
And I could not kiss you
For each breath of me
Was you
And in the animal skin
The heated press
And the parted curtain
Some would call it …. Wanton
In the way you needed
And your eyes could devour me with such a hunger
Held me entranced; witch of the hour
When I bathed in your glory
Between breast and gasp
Where you wrote the hymn of us
So triumphantly sung
And God upon this ever-spiritual throne
Blushed
And knew the passions
Of human
Love
And there in the equilibrium
Between spirit and skin and the divine pendulum
There in the heart of the fire
And the pulse pounding vein of blood
We did not deny how we were made or who we are
Or in the likeness and image of God
We are made of
In this political correctness mad world
believers of Christ need to stand to be true
for their Lord and all, He was and is
promote His gospel prayerfully we must do
Keep a watch on our own godliness
showing our life to be holy and Christlike
that we're living in Christ a true reality
uphold God's standard going forward to strike
All profaneness and opposition to God
must be opposed with strong spiritual might
Christian values once held in high esteem
now rejected by followers of the night
Believers need a loud wake-up call
too many don't want to rock the boat
need to realise that we're on Titanic
it's sinking, need to keep it afloat
Christ-likeness speaking out
in the holy spirit's divine power
holding forth God's holy truth
in Christ's name for this hour
A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of
unrequited lovers—art is what you paint—I Am Anaya
A Models Likeness
Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells
Vibrant colors mixed from his palette he evokes
Swept over again ‘til emerging shades of eggshells
He has an ability to convey a sense of deep melancholy
and yearning in much of his work
Thus, the reason she chose him furiously,
at first for whatever it took
to capture her in what she is to atone for,
her fate to be.
With bated breath the artist brushes swirling strokes
A finished background, now ready for her face sedate
A statuesque quality she provokes
More lugubrious than usual, she tells him she sat up late
worrying her fiancé be held up on the way
The model has been helpful he thought to himself
although she stood very still for him, all day.
He paints her salient gown next, her pose engaged
Her smile feigned, lips swollen red, from biting he detects
A glance of an earlier sketch traced of her enraged
He hides it while diluting color to match her pale skin
Languid and weak holding back her tears,
she summons him to begin again.
Her inner likeness fails to appear, still he proceeds
Rest and ease your mind
What do you hear? The renowned realist artist pleads
Think of times when life was kind
She protests it is no use, tells him to let it be,
He agrees, lifting his brush and with its pointy end,
he then turns her head slightly, thirty degrees
Back to the canvas a figure now transcends.
A husband’s absent journey down the aisle
leaves her alone but with a phantom kiss
A soul rendered vacant from callous guile
A portrait of doom gazing into an abyss
What would’ve shown through paint; pain and sorrows
The artist knows what needs to be done, none the less
Lest what may have been in the lover’s tomorrows,
‘twas the painter's blissful ode to her wedding dress.
I have fallen victim to my incredible likeness of being What was expected of me A side effect of gender dysphoria and living in fear of discovery Until the charade had ended I have kept my heart in protective custody for so long That there are times I can't find it Not even with my own mind Which means practice makes perfect fools out of some of us Who are always trying to fit in with people That have no room at the Inn for anyone
bare with me
as i play on words
giving knowledge meanwhile…
Likeness to…
carbon copy of.
Equality having
shared D.N.A.
duality born
pieces made
whole.
Likeness similarity
induced the Image’s Perfection
multiple cloned the Source
increased Greatness.
fraternally enclosed
along strand related
before any change.
Uniform genetics…
Sponsored Pure naturally
Producing Our True Family…
Uniting Jointly
to One.
-Symphony
Oh my concentrated multitudes
of long lost contact
twixt u and I , my dear one
pressed souls, felt bodies
deep into my flesh and bones
you have risen in me
a closed door, hidden from
all who seek, no key existing.
Only gentle kisses, to wetten
Locked bolt ever open.
I am a Nigerian
I am proud of that
I am an African
I am content with that
I am a citizen of the world
I am elated by that
I am created in His image and likeness
I give Him thanks for that
I am a solution to my neighbor’s problem
I am blessed for that
The Lord is my light and salvation
I remain eternally grateful for that
I am the apple of His eyes
I am highly favored by that
He is always with me
No one can be against me due to that
He has put my enemies to shame
I am strengthened by that
From the corners of the galaxy, colorful stars I
Shall gather, my love
For
Your likeness, in the vault of heavens to create
For all in eternity to see!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 July 2015
Is
in the
Ben Day dots-
from pointilist
genes.
when eye opens their doors
mind enters into its sight
seen with own vision
charisma allures
if passes through heart's door
magic of likeness
It's the pathetic adversity that divides men,
it has to do with the doubt of God's existence;
if we all came from Adam, our ruddy forefather,
why are we still carrying the weight of sin:
seeing each other different,
not coming from the same source:
from the Northern,Southern,
Eastern and Western Hemisphere?
We are made in His likeness,
despite the looks and traits so diverse,
but many dispute this...making it all too adverse;
and division has bred a malignant disease,
which runs in our bloodstream,
to attest to the shameful perception of how we feel:
rebelling ourselves with expression of hostility and hate,
putting aside what truly matters and makes us thick!
If we are made in His likeness, from heads to feet,
why are we set apart and not confront our diversity?
And we follow in the same footsteps of all mortals:
a cherished birth and a cursed death,
seeing ourselves as gods...flashing glances of vanity,
engaging in bizarre behavior and taking on another lethal risk;
making wrong choices by inviting the plagues that destroy Humanity:
lusting, stealing, cheating and killing to reap the bitterness of our deeds!
Unconcerned world, succumbed to economic decline and sin,
go back to the root which caused much unwanted grief;
open your closed gates and let the blessings flow in!
Be that shining symbol of strength and morality with eyes so meek;
and who can condemn you for being undefiled and strong?
Let others praise you and remember you in their joyful song,
because you, too, are created in His likeness;
and in due time, you will be put to a severe test!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As life dust, the particles sing
The spiritual light in sentience traversed
We
In those templates and essences
As they came upon each other
Discovering one another of eternal
And through all the myriads of touch
Kissed within the creations Goddess and Gods
Recognized each other
And named it love
Terpsichore was hailed to weave herself
Through the atoms of soul
Those motes we knew and did not know
But still she fell into your eyes
And every word unspoken sits on the quivering of lips
And every nuance transforms its translation
Echoes to the summit my fingertips
Some say it is destiny
Light you were and love you are
Flame of me
Flame of yourself
For each breath of me
Was you
When bathed in glory
Wrote the hymn of us
So triumphantly sung
And knew the passions
Of human
Love
In equilibrium
Between spirit, skin the divine pendulum
There in the heart of the fire
And the pulse pounding vein of blood
We did not deny how we were made
Or who we are
Or in the likeness and image of God
We are made of
" And if I should wake, with such a despicable taste upon my tongue and wide eyed bare witness to all the cruelty that has been done; if I should see love, so fettered and love brought so low to a trammeled struggle be; forgive me; please; for the despising in my heart, for all those who made it so. "