Best Multitude Poems
It's harvest time and that means we
Are picking all the fruit we see
To bake into our luscious pies.
Each steaming crust hides a surprise.
For pies we've frozen straw and raspberries,
In July we gathered all the cherries.
Without another day of waste
Came blue and blackberries in great haste.
Now pears and plums and apples wait
Our appetites for fruit pies to sate.
And my own favorite, oh my
Is anything better than peach pie?
Our garden too, has given forth
Pumpkins for many a pies worth.
Tempting to every Bill or Phil
As they cool on my window sill.
Thanksgiving is coming and my duty
To create pies of utter beauty,
With crust that crumbles in one's mouth.
Birds wait for taste ere flying south.
My grandchildren come in every size
And each one wants his favorite pies.
So I bake their favored ones for each
And for my self I keep the peach.
When will she ever learn?
That mending a broken glass
Much like a broken soul
Then give it back to the breaker
Will only ever result in the same situation
Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything?
An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances
Will always result in the same conclusion
The conclusion in this case being:
It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed,
Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end.
The multitude of hopes
That something, anything might change ever
A hope to which she holds no control over
And a thought to which she’ll always be last
She allows it
To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle
Over and over and over
In hopes, faith?
That one day, maybe some day
It’ll stop hurting
Not stop breaking, not merely heal
But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.
Praise Jehovah, the God and Father
Of our Lord Jesus Christ,
The God of all comfort
And Grand Instructor, who
Teaches us to benefit ourselves. (Selah)
Blessed be God's only begotten Son,
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
Whose life serves as a model
For us to follow his steps closely. (Selah)
Blessings be upon New Jerusalem,
The holy city, prepared as a bride adorned.
Blessings be upon God's myriads of holy angels.
Blessings be upon the great multitude,
Rendering Him sacred service day and night. (Selah)
January 18, 2020
FGI Special Psalm
Brian Strand, sponsor
This "Psalm of Praise" is based on the following Scriptural references:
Psalm 83:18; 2 Corinthians 1:3; Isaiah 30:20; Isaiah 48:17; John 3:16; Revelation 17:14; 1 Peter 2:21; Revelation 21:2; Hebrews 12:22; Mark 8:38; Revelation 7:9, 15
A multitude of reasons pass by my brow as the path of illumination embraces, And they all lead to sorrow.
The deed of destruction comes upon me; Disguised as many things, even love and often the deed cloaked.
We beg thee a return to the past.
A new day that will bring forth what is yours, what are yours and only yours to give. As the multitude of reasons passes my brow, all were of good intention, passed with love; all were of good intention but led to sorrow.
We beg of thee a return to the past and only yours to give.
Forgiveness asked,
Irigidi in Ondo State of Nigeria
You are by no means the least
Of the leading towns in the country
For out of your stock came forth a prophet
In the mold of Elijah and Elisha
His coming was foretold
By God’s General of old
Rev. A.A Allen
That a mighty prophet of God
In the description of prophet Tb Joshua
Would walk out under the anointing of God
Bringing healing and miracles to
Multitude of people simultaneously
That prophecy was fulfilled June 12 1963
As God’s General Temitope Balogun Joshua
Was born and still lives among us
And through the instrumentality of
Emmanuel television
God Almighty uses him
To bring miracles healing and prophecy
To humanity
In his onerous task of
Changing lives
Changing Nations
And changing the world
Happy birthday prophet!
Continue to do what you were born for
What you live for
And what you will die for!
As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy,
I saw deep sadness
As glamorous and romantic,
The quality
That so tormented my heroes,
Such as Arthur Rimbaud,
Sergei Esenin,
And Montgomery Clift.
But it's not...
It's not remotely romantic,
When you yourself are adrift,
And weighed down by a multitude of woes.
A cold clear winter’s night
a multitude of stars overhead,
too often we are blinded
by our own light.
Warmth has finally returned to my latitude
Positive, this has affected my attitude
Sunshine's magnificent rays feel of gratitude
For surviving last seasons frozen aptitude
May these days be found in ever great multitude
Before this quarter cycle, does it too conclude
Alone stand I, amidst the multitude
Though my footsteps are guided
And my mind enlightened
My spirit lives alone
Friends far-gone
Shadows surround thee
Demons embody me
Evils, trouble my life
Spurring internal fright
Of the journey that awaits
Which discourages my attitude-
I hesitate to follow the path, amidst the multitude
God says I must, I should
Continue, to show love
Too the weak, to my brother, sister and my enemies;
I should, I shall, I must trust in Him
Him who is Lord of Lords
I will,I shall continue to show deep love
For everyone and others
In doing this, love shall cover, love covers
a Multitude of Sins
If I ignore the beam that's in your eye
You who have wronged me
If I turn the other cheek
And let you strike me
I must forgive you, so that I to can be forgiven by the Lord our God
I should, I shall, I must trust in Him
Him who is Lord of Lords
I will,I shall continue to show deep love
For everyone and others
In doing this, love shall cover, love covers
a Multitude of Sins
God says I must, I should
Continue, to show love
Too the weak, to my brother, sister and my enemies;
I shall continue, to show love
I will,I shall continue to show deep love
For everyone and others
In doing this, love shall cover, love covers
a Multitude of Sins
1 Peter 4:8
5/18/19
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
A loud crack of thunder echoes close by
A flash of lighting darts across the sky
Ocean waves start dancing like in a club
Ominous dark clouds thicken high above
Smoke begins to rise among the multitude of trees
The air quality is not good I start to wheeze
Sounds of sirens fill the night air
The forest has exploded into flames too much to bear
Like a scene out of a disaster movie, only I am in it
Time to gather up some things ready to split
In my mind, I know everything will turn out fine
One thing I know I will never forget is this moment in time
I think of the multitudes of humans
Who have trod this world since the
First who stepped upon it. Every birth
And death has become just so much
Anonymous Humanity. Paul who?
A newborn today joins the race as ignorant
As Cain but equipped with better killing tools
To contend with ever keener competition;
Notwithstanding the occasional diversion,
To fulfill the primordial drive for procreation.
Ever competing, exploiting any advantage;
An innovating user of tools gaining
Planet share. Humankind,
Ever advancing, never advancing.
Paul Thomson copyright 2022
Streets of Solitude
Along the streets of solitude
I stroll alone but not lonely
As musings in my mind are brewed
On the roads I tread down slowly.
Along the streets of solitude
I weave threads of thoughts as my friends
And I vision the multitude
As souls of one race -- as human.
Along the streets of solitude
I loiter to gaze at milkweeds
Fully in bloom with fortitude
And spreading on the ground their seeds.
Along the streets of solitude
I wander to hear sparrows` songs
And offer to them gratitude
For their free music all day long.
Along the streets of solitude
I saunter to relish whispers
Of leaves of trees on altitude
As dews on grasses do glister.
Along the streets of solitude
I ramble to inhale fresh air
And my morning stroll to conclude
With aim of nature`s bliss to share.
Along the streets of solitude
I connect with my inner self
To survey in full plenitude
The inner light within myself.
Along the streets of solitude
I long to spill the sands of time
In the wombs of deep quietude
When my knell of the bell does chime.
Sometimes the world can bring you fear, sometimes it brings you pain.
Sometimes the world brings sorrow, it's like a constant rain.
Sometimes it seems the laughter and joy are all too few and far.
Sometimes it seems our saving grace is just a shooting star.
If only man would look around and see the meaning that's there.
Man wasn't put here to conquer, man was put here to love and share.
Mankind is a growing multitude, it's a never-ending tide;
but man is conquered by his greed and he's conquered by his pride.
My prayer is that I'll live to see the multitude join hands.
I pray I'll see a world at peace, a world without demands.
I pray one day I'll rise and find a world that's kind and just.
I still have faith in the multitude, I still have hope and trust.
When the multitude is gone, and mankind is no more,
I hope we found before we left what we were put here for.
Sweet Vie,
I want you happy well,
and happy in your life,
old friends unknown,
this side of the veil,
rekindle love, honey babe,
unconsciously we well may,
oft time, memory write,
for the all, is on the other side,
too much for us to ponder,
our feeble brain,
can't handle explain,
a multitude of lives.
shut up johnson :)
poetry takes over sometimes....
love n light babe....Don Johnson