Best Moses Poems
Come December 21, two thousand and twelve
On the winter solstice, mankind may burn in hell
As man's Creator, I've sent multiple warnings
Nostradamus, the Mayans, Hopi Indians
All believed there was still time to reverse this course
But My warnings have ceased, even My voice grows hoarse
Dear Father, my sacred heart is of course willing
Though mind be the enmity of Christ's blood spilling
My center most being, with Your spirit's all seeing
The sacrifice of Your son saves souls of all beings
Father, though slay my flesh, Thou hast immortal stash
For Thou has the Adamantine, the adamant cash
This is not the response I expected from you
My warnings so long unheeded have made me blue
You are my children and I vow to save your souls
But to save your flesh, you will have to meet these goals
Let the evil wars end, allow nature to thrive
Cast aside all notions of greed to stay alive
I shall heed with God speed to sow the righteous seed
My love will manifest, for 'tis my soul's main heed
I shall present my flesh body as this soul's alarm
I shall not conform, from this world I shall transform
Holy acceptably my receptacle sin free
By my renewed mind transformed by Christ's mind shall be
I will spare your flesh if your words prove to be true
In turn, dire prophesies I promise to undo
Encouraged am I to hear you express remorse
It was never My wish to take action so coarse
To save body and soul, I sacrificed my Son
It has been My wish that all men will live as one
Forgive Father, so shall I speak just this once more
As Thou has given thus this world for to explore
‘Twas a parasite seed from derivative mind's greed
Brought forth by chance, a wild branch, doeth Thou not concede
Purgeth my wild branch of chance, ‘tis your right to do
That I might pursue Your true vine, my love be true
I bought him a mate,
a pretty bird.
He sat there, sullen,
nary a word.
He wasn't polite,
he would not share.
So she pushed him off his swing
and she sat there.
He pushed her back,
no gentleman, he.
She plunked down beside him
most begrudgingly.
So the swing they share,
not because of affection.
It's the best seat in the house
by unanimous election.
He glares at her,
she glares at him.
My hopes of baby budgies
are now somewhat slim.
Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate
Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find a keg in ere
Everything is a riddle once it is spoke
The tag is from you to me and then some other folk
But who should I choose, I’m here to say
So many beautiful feathers float by my way
Once while I was taking a path from here to there
When I noticed beauty beyond compare
She made me smile and she made me think
Looking at her was like taking a drink
She made me feel good and forget all the rest
I reckon that is a true poets test
The only thing I really did know
What a wonderful beautiful soul
My only complaint of her poetry was the last line
For I was hoping to have just a little more time
Talk of someone who needs no adorning
She plays a huge role in the global warming
For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice
I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice
So who is the beautiful Angel that I’m speaking of?
Tag Christie Moses your it my love
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Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice
this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem
and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I
feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just
never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj
David was an artist - before you and me
A Jewish psalmist - famous for Ps. 23
Various prayers had been sung, by Moses
In particular, psalm 90: before Time itself
David's God had been our Provider
Showing us faithfulness, generation by generation
Prove me, said David, but with Mercy
LORD, I sin against You when I sin at all
Ever pleaded thus: All sin is rebellion
Against father-creator? He takes sin personally
NOTES: Psalm 51: 11- "Do not cast me from your Presence or take your Holy Spirit from me," cried David. Wash me, and I'll be whiter than snow!
DAVID was restored by God, now called 'a man after God's own heart,' and David became Israel's most beloved king. 'Beloved' is the meaning of David's name, too. Shalom, shalom. Ps.51 is changing me, hallelujah
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True, Moses wrote of righteousness, one based upon the law.
But Paul proffered an alternate, eschewed the tragic flaw.
Salvation based on works alone: a concept misapplied.
For all, not most, have fallen short; to live thus was to die.
The argument that he put forth: the wage of sin is death.
The proof that all have fallen short: each takes a final breath.
The second Adam changed it all, met on Damascus Road,
His work, reduced to rubbish, trash, and kicks against the goads.
A righteousness that's based on faith asks not who will ascend;
See, Christ has come down to the world, and faith thus comprehends.
And neither does a right faith seek descent to the abyss,
For Christ has risen from the dead, a point some seem to miss.
A right faith knows the word is near, there in your mouth and heart,
Components of a saving grace, the twain shall never part.
For if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is the LORD,
Your heart believes God raised him up, salvation, faith's accord.
For heart's belief is justified, and mouth's confession saved,
And all those who believe in Him are thus no more enslaved.
For there is no distinction now between the Jew or Greek,
For the same Lord is Lord of all, shows grace to all who seek.
But how then will they call on Him in whom they've not believed?
And how shall they believe in Him, when ears have not received?
And how are they supposed to hear, unless someone will preach?
And how are they to preach the word unless they're sent to each?
How beautiful, the feet of those delivering good news!
Not all obey what they have heard, Isaiah thus once mused.
"Lord, who believed what he has heard from us?" the prophet said.
But faith comes through the word of Christ, its hearing raises dead.
Now faith by works indeed is true, a point I must not shirk,
But only faith that's placed in Him, rests in His finished work.
(from Romans 10)
God gave Moses instructions never forgotten
'write down these words' this Moses did
words that would change Moses life
now His name would never be hid
God announced His own covenant
made with Isreal a people He chose
and with Moses His leader to be
who would be God's weapon over His foes
40 days and 40 nights Moses spent
there with His Lord for so long
not any food or anything to drink
but his Lord's presence was his song
From this point, God gave to Moses
His ten commandments to spread abroad
this HIs law that would show their sin
obedience to it would escape God's rod
At this point, man clearly needed a saviour
only God could be that special one
His son Jesus would fill this role
dying for our sin God's will be done!
("Then the Lord said to Moses, "Write down these words, for in accordance with them I have made a covenant with you and with Israel." So Moses stayed there with the Lord for forty days and forty nights, without eating any food or drinking any water, and he wrote on the tablets the words of the covenant, the ten commandments.)
Exodus 34: 27-28
Moses one of the great prophets
showing Christ as an even greater prophet
both sent by God to do His will (Ex 3: 1-12/ John 6: 57)
forever we are in their debt
Both born under remarkable circumstances( Ex 2: 1-16/ John 20: 30)
as well as under threat of death at birth (Ex 1: 15-22/Luke 1: 23-38)
God's hand destined to bless them
preserving them in all the earth
Mediators were they before God and man (Ex 20: 19-22/ 1Tim 2: 5)
reconciliation was their required aim
pointing all to Calvary's cross
where the prize redemption had came
Living foodless for a required time (Ex 34: 28/Matt 4: 2)
proving God to be their real sustainer
then provide food for the people (Ex 16: 2-22/John 6: 5-13)
show their authority to be a no-brainer
Teacher, Prophet, Lawgiver and King
(Deut 4:5)(Deut 18:15-19)( Ex 31: 28)(Deut 33: 5)
(Matt 5:12)(Deut 18: 15, 18)(John 1:17)(Matt 21:5)
just a few titles that they held
Moses to be sure a Prophet supreme
pointed to Christ the greater word did bring
To beloved Christie Moses,
A mind so pure and sharp.
Nestled in your stanzas,
Lies the beauty of your heart.
For you are the stove,
That keeps poetry soup warm.
Writing from your soul,
In many styles and forms.
The wordplay’s astonishing,
Each poem is sweet and subtle.
The romantic flow of words,
On every poem cuddles.
The fragrance of your writing;
Fresh like a bouquet of roses.
This poem’s for poetry soup’s,
Beloved Christie Moses.
I have experience as burlesque hyper
Like good policeman Chippendale stripers
A smile on my face
Bare in public place
In church Sundays… mama changed my diapers!
For and in honor of Miranda Lambert
And contest: Burlesque Boutique
Moses
In Deuteronomy
Couldn’t deal with masculinity;
Couldn’t deal with femininity,
So he settled on
Neuteronomy
Rest in peace little Moses,
your job here is done.
In birdie years
you had a good run.
Fly up to the heavens,
free and with joy.
I'll miss your sweet song
my lovely, wee boy.
A joy you had been
for many a year
and I'll miss you my friend,
a pet, oh so dear.
Goodbye little Moses,
may God give you wing
to fly through the heavens
and with angels sing.
The Maker of violets and roses
Gave a land to the tribes led by Moses
In antiquity
For eternity
And all of humanity knows it.
The clouds cried passionately
The streets took a shower
I poured me some whiskey to drink
To drink think to link the
droplets and form an image.
My bed room window was foggy I rubbed it
with my sleeve but it slightly appeared again
when I breath.
From a distance I saw a rose it began to
appear close it was soaked the wetness
seemed to intensify every petal the rose
was spinning happily in the rain skipping
making beats of its own I watched its
thorns fall as it set its self free trying
to escape every last bee.
I walked outside introducing my self she said
let me guess your a bee she giggled have you
come to pollinate me I am sorry I won't just
make your temporary honey.
I said no I am a gardener who never cuts
his roses stem for a bouquet the gardener
who waters his roses I am the moses of
roses the gardener who removes the dead
leaves I won't be like those bees who simply
come and leave I will wear your petals on my sleeves.
I am the gardener who counts the petals on
his rose the gardener who cherishes inhaling
the sent of the rose up his nose and guides it
as it grows the gardener who lifts the roses
head up when the rain pours down on its crown
and makes it frown in my garden you'll be safe and sound.
The gardener who counts the thorns
the gardener who removes the weeds
and never fails to plant a good seed a
gardener catering to his flowers every need.
The gardener who loosens the soil so the
roots may grow plating them in the right
spot so the sun they will soak.
She said hmmm sound like miracle grow.
I said at least you know.
Looking down upon the deed I find
The questions circling in my mind
Was there some choice I overlooked?
Some option hid or worse forsook?
My brothers now behind me stand,
and we proclaim a merry band!
Yet it’s the blood-soaked ground behind
That seems to fill my heavy mind.
We sought to change the status quo
Human nature was our foe
But you fought back as best you could
And never questioned if you should
I know through which eyes you saw
Hid behind bastions of law
We tried through politics first of course
Yet through trickery no recourse
You knew how the game was played
And for overconfidence you stayed
Demanding stays and motions served
Ignoring laments you claimed absurd
And so we tried to explain your quirk
To people indentured forced to work
To pay off debts taken in desperate need
Unable to know all was your deed
With numbers, charts and program code
To show them you had made their load
But too complex it failed to stick
Their worker’s minds were still too thick
And worse, far worse we found
You’d made your problem common ground
You funneled debt into bad loans
And hid your lies in people’s homes
Thus making the cost of your demise
The loss of a nation’s people most prized
The middle class, their homes in hock
The value fake, their lives in shock
If you went down you had made sure
Their fortunes would follow, a poison cure
And so you forced a government
To break it’s sacred sacrament
And here we are, smoke all around
And blood, sticky blood, upon the ground
And although inside I hold a sob
I cannot quit this awful job
I lift my gun, a heavy weight
To free our children from our fate
Many heroes in the Holy Bible stand out.
From Lot, to Ruth, to Noah, we see them all about.
The true one, that God blessed the most,
Was the one who led the Israelis from Egypt, he was Moses.
Moses had it all, the favor of Pharaoh, stood in line to be the heir.
Ramaseh, his brother hated, feared his strength and wanted him out of there.
Finding out that he was a Hebrew slave he cast him to the wilderness.
In the desert with one day’s ration, he spurned him, his death was certain.
The Lord had other plans for him; he was to be delivered
A hero to the Hebrew nation, the Lord saved and groomed him to be a nation’s Savior.
Found by Seperah and her sisters, he was brought to Jethro.
So the story starts, and God’s hands molded him, don’t you know.
On the Mount, God’s Holy Mountain, Moses was called,
He had seven daughters to choose from, he had to stall.
Content on being a sheepherder, he remained with Seperah and made her his Wife.
A wise choice for her, a companion for the rest of his life.
So going up to see the Lord took great strength.
Up he had gone praying as he went.
When he came back, his features had changed.
All in white his hair and eyebrows, he was not the same.
Strength was given to him by the Father, a spiritual bond that glorified His name.
Moses was a strong willed man, from out of the desert, he found fame.
Not for himself, but for God and the Hebrew nation.
God fingered him to be the earthly Savior, put down from creation.
The Lord made His covenant with Moses, it was His plan.
For Moses to lead his bonded people to freedom, to see this is to understand.
God has His timetable, He knows our planned freedom.
Our canal minds will forever be changed and we will enter the Kingdom.