Best Lovegod Poems
Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophrenic concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.
Lightening bugs mimic the starlight, atoms sneer.
Those who spout love and friendship abandon him sneering.
Their images dance beneath his half closed lids, when he blinks.
Though denied visual compass, his soul does not reciprocate.
Through pain, physical and mental, palpable pain, he still links,
with the life which has both absorbed and excluded him not complaining.
Night passes without his mistress, Sien. His mind writhes, eternal concussion.
His torn visage trembles with the brass sounds the storm's ranting concussions.
The butcher, the baker the candlestick maker, derides and sneers.
How unmerciful is this cycle, this God to whom he does not complain?
And, if indeed, lack of mercy is just, may he not know “Why?” Time blinks.
Just the act of thinking causes pain. Only painting connects him to the link.
He must accept both the pain and the art as gifts, choosing not to reciprocate.
Voices always the voices, the paint, the moon, the voices, reciprocate.
He chases the mice. The cheese, pewter plate and all, falls with concussion.
He rubs the backs of gnarled hands across his lids, maintaining the link.
“How? Why?" But, the mice eating his cheese grimace and sneer.
Inside the cottage sunflowers shimmer and wiggle in vases, as he blinks.
Stumbling, he falls in an attempt to sit, the insubstantial chair does not complain.
He had thought God clear, clear as sunlight, yet the damn paint Lord! complained.
He was Not God, and try as he would, the light escaped. He MUST reciprocate.
After all who was he, but a mere man, ashes to dust, life blinks.
“Ah death…le grand mal…no minor concussion,”
He must escape this mortal coil, join the celestial spin without their sneers.
Sick, he was sick, yes, sick to death of not being understood, no link.
As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty
As You watch and see
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling lights glares
Beholding Lights of Beauty
Love of God everywhere
when You see Fire-lights
Sparkling within the night
Tis just like
God Beauty is given Inside
Behold beautiful Souls
Whom within hearts
Fire-lights are Lit-Glow
In hopes that others
Shall see.. come to Believe
God's Radiant Light
Given His Gift of Love
Only Through Our Savior
Jesus Christ...
Then whomsoever
Comes to Jesus
Fire-Lights of Love lit-within
Born-again.. Free from their sin
God's Glorious Light
Shall Always Shine
Within Our Hearts.. Souls.. Minds
Awaiting for the Precious time
When Our Savior.. Our Messiah
Comes to take Us home
up High.. within the Sky..
Behold.. All Born-again Souls
Hearts on Fire-Lights Glow
As Radiant.. Beautiful Love
Sparkling Star-bursts Lights
Showers of Glorious Love
Radiant and Bright
As Jesus comes from Heavens
Lights Bursting in Air
Souls together everywhere
Gether High in Sky..
Meeting Our Glorious Light
Our Savior.. Jesus Christ
Come to Jesus
Beautiful Colors bursting of Love
God's Beautiful gift
When time be
You then too.. Be swept up..
born-again.. Into Gods Eternal Light
Set Free.. Fire-light lit
Stars Sparkling Lights
For God is the One
that makes all things happen
God's Beautiful Glory
Sparkling Souls..
Be Watchful
As Souls Like Stars bursting in air
As Jesus comes.. Like.. through the Night
Holy Spirit of Love.. non can compare
Shall No longer be here
For then Rapture..
Has Taken place
Whomsoever is born-again
Beholding God's Grace
Will be transformed
Reborn.. Sparking Love
Changed in Twinkling Light
Gone Home to be
With Jesus Christ
Our Glorious King
Everlasting Glorious Colors
Pure Holy Light.. Eternity
Come behold God’s Holy Light
As the Star Bursting through the night
Be Saved through God’s Radiant Glorious Light
Our Savior ..Jesus Christ
A dream
To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of truth my consciousness calls
My tears being not of my former years
For sake of humans I now turn my cares
As compassion of true identity
From sacred place calls from infinity
Within unlimited aspects' of me
A great white throne in the distance I see
Around sacred bend a familiar friend
Silhouette of me as my God I see
No more desirous of earth's vain glory
The mind's wilderness of exploratory
History recedes illusions of me
My ego thoughts I just had to be
Totality of Love I see as me
Enter into God's synchronicity
I now see my God as I now see me
As sacredness of the reality
As Sacredness calls a new season's fall
Recesses the former whippoorwills' call
As new life calls I now realize it all
New life is in the Sacred Season's Fall
Mystified as I liquefied I cry
As in spirit of love quite high I fly
Above consequences life's densities
As spiritual tears replace human fears
1-12-10
"Spiritual Narrative"
After life began, appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’ naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated
Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created
Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine
Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial, `Tis non swerve able
Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win
Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will, lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well
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In the beginning, before time began,
before God envisioned the concept of man,
as God was pondering His incredible plan,
we stood together, hand in hand.
Before there were stars, or planets, or moons,
in silence and darkness all drifted, immune,
before God had cast the very first rune,
we stood together, completely in tune.
And when it's all over, once God is done,
when there's no moons or planets or suns,
like the beginning, before time had begun,
we'll stand together, together as one.
©2010 DanielleWhite
It begins with prayer
as I kneel
in my morning shower,
first thanking God
for all the blessings
He has given to me,
then I start
listing those
dear to me.
I think of you,
how much I love you,
and your needs,
I ask for strength and healing,
ask for forgiveness
if I have done anything
to hurt you
and tell God
how I need you.
It’s then that
the tears start to flow
as I let Him know
how very important
you are to me,
why I feel helpless many times
and am unable to help you.
As I try to speak,
my tears are coming down
like the water
in the shower,
soon I can’t even
see or speak.
All I am now
is a crying man,
wanting God to help me,
to help you, to heal you,
to show me how
to be your strong Knight,
instead of someone
just full of tears.
Even if He allows us to stay together
sometime in the future,
I know at times
I will be nothing
but a crying man.
Crying tears of Joy
when you are here,
crying tears of Woe
when you are not.
As you have been here recently
I am doing both right now
and love you too much
to ever stop completely.
My Lady Susan,
this Knight is forever yours
and will never leave your side…
may God continue
to have mercy on us both.
2010
" God Made My Man "
I prayed to God and asked for a man
with a heart of love and an open hand
big strong shoulders on which I can cry
to be my loving man until after I die.
I've waited long with a patient heart
I believe that God will do his part
thinking that the Lord ignored my plea
when the first man I loved deserted me.
My prayer was answered as per my request
our dear God in Heaven sent me the best
a pure sweet heart with sincere loving care
God Made My Man then he sent him here.
On a special day and to my surprise
the man God sent me had my eyes
one year later in two thousand one
dear God has blessed us with our son...
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion...
Note: This poem was created for a very dear friend whom finally found the love
and happiness through Gods Blessing...
(For Ryland Matthews' My Darkest Hour Contest)
Blank Tombstone
by Audonus Taylor
A blank tombstone
rests above deceased me,
As I dream of a future
far as any being can see,
No flower arrangements,
Not a rose seals my tomb,
No inscription of immortality
No "loving father" or "beloved groom",
Does such lack of bereavement
reflect me as mean and vicious?
No, tis the respect of the
deceased's eccentric wishes,
As family and friends shed
tears enough to swallow,
Bidding farewell to a heart
impenetrable and hallow,
For tomorrow never comes
to hearts heaven cannot reach,
For life has stripped away my faith
Never again will my soul be breached,
No paradise awaits my name,
For I am a non believer as I roar,
Away from me, did god decree,
my angel should forever soar,
Thus I chose to fade to nothingness
Or, be it so, the depths of hell,
Now, her wedded bliss to another
proves god's love as a fairy-tale,
She loves me not, he loves me less,
is the truth I shall forever concur,
Blankness reflects more than my name,
And a god would know what I am without
Her...
You certainly need to watch what you do. But be what you are in whatever it is you are doing
first, for those things you find yourself doing of the mind only, not connected to the love
source which is the real you, will only become a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
Therefore, be found being what you are in everything you do, and that is love! ©, I Cor. Ch,
13. Kjv. Just an act of love from the mind apart from the heart, is as nothing, as Paul said!
Love, true riches of love, must begin in the heart where your love is stored, the real
substance, of the self of soul, that God gave us to be!
God is love,
From above,
And blew that into man,
Twas his plan,
For humanity to be love!
God is perfect,
And he is love,
All things being from above,
And what God blew into the man,
Which was perfect in his plan,
was love!
In God’s image, and likeness too,
I certainly think, love’s perfection in man, will do,
How about you?
But a house divided, will not stand,
For in the land which is man,
The mind, the goat of gloat,
Took a stand,
Against love’s real man!
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The sun beaming in through the windows of my room,
Causing my conscious mind to wake from the gloom.
Rub the sleepy out of my eyes and look to see,
The love of my life laying next to me.
Her beauty still amazes me each and every day,
And I thank God for her I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The sound of little people come busting through our door,
Yelling “Mommy, Daddy no sleeping anymore.”
They climb into our bed with arms held open wide,
Expecting morning hugs and kisses with their starry eyes.
After hours of us all laying together in bed,
We stir to the kitchen where we can be fed.
As Mom and I cook breakfast for us all,
The children run off to play and wait for the call.
We finally sit down to a homemade meal,
While we eat and talk about our daily drill.
I return to my room where I kneel and pray,
And thank God for a “Perfect Morning” every day.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009
Her loves sheds light
on my crushed broken heart,
A heart now free of all pain and sorrow
that once tore it apart...
My heart now filled
with lots of joy, happiness and a wonderful glee,
She now shows her love
a love for only me...
Do I truly
deserve such a gracious love?
Did God send me his blessings
a blessing from above???
Am I just in a dream
that I see only at night,
Or is this love for real
or my selfish over sight???
One thing for sure
that I know is no mistake,
My baby truly loves me
For her love is not a fake...
Thank you my love
for my heart you did mend,
I now know most certainly,
Your love God did send...
when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she would speak to him
and find out what made
the beast, a beast
as the beast looked at her
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
made gentleness and curiosity increased
he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide
as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor
she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walking through the door
on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least
now i am wholly human
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well
one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell
and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well
the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand
worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man
the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man
what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end
yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand
let all the powers of wickedness
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance
Wake Up People..
Can't You See...
What God has done
for You and Me
God came in the Flesh.. and Dwealt among Us...
God Sent His Only Begotten Son
On Earth, Mary gave Birth
He is the Perfect One, Our Father's Son
Jesus came not to condemn the world,
But to give Us Life
Then on Calvary, Jesus died on the Cross,
He gave His Life for You and Me
God Gave His Love! It was Poured out
Without doubt, He Raised Jesus from the dead
So we could Receive Forgiveness of our sins,
And Become Born-again!
For Whomsoever Believes in Jesus
Will Be Saved and Made Free
To be With Our Savior for Eternity
You can Only come to the Father
Is Through God's Son, Jesus Christ
Just Believe,Then ask Jesus in Your Heart
Receive Forgiveness of Your sins
Through Christ
Come to Jesus...
Almost, almost, my light went out with yours.
My spirit comatose, could it still live?
Our God was there and touched and found a spark.
He showed me I had yet a bit to give.
Reluctantly, I stirred and took His hand.
He gently lifted me to firmer ground.
With His help now, I seek to find the way
To set you free, your spirit homeward bound.
I longed to keep you here with me, always,
But God had plans that were no part of mine.
Your light was strong enought to linger still,
God's breath has given it immortal shine.
Each night I search the sky for that new star,
He promised He would show me from afar.
Won an 8th
I remember the gazebo
When I felt it was floating
The two of us sitting on the wooden floor
While the kids were doing nothing unusual
Or very interesting
But our eyes kept reconnecting
And I felt the moment would burst...
We talk only of work-related things
Only gestures in response to the kids
Our eyes in constant movement towards each other
Mine to yours at least...
And now I want all the inappropriate things
A long smile, a hug, a kiss
Extended eye-contact
I want to sit with you in the park
Kissing your ear, the one with two earrings
Moving my lips to the warm side of your neck
Deep back where the hair is,
Then retreat
And look into the big brown eyes
The one's that crushed God himself
And tell you with a fearful warmth
That I can barely stand my love for you
And that your very eyes upon me
Is proof that God survived the crush
And in fact uses them now
To guide light into my world...
And the catch of your eyes
Rekindles that aching want.
The only thing worth fighting for.
Mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.