Best Omega Poems
The Alpha and the Omega, the Lamb of God
In the valley and on the mountain
In the ups and downs on the plain
A solid rock that never changes.
The supreme is with us
May he be baby Jesus
A solid rock that never changes
The messiah he is and our savior
Prince of peace, giving us peace ever
A solid rock that never changes.
Even before Jesus our God, our creator
Has been with his creation ever
A solid rock that never changes
With the birth of Jesus Christ , Emmanuel
“God with us” takes a new meaning actual
A solid rock that never changes.
In the person of baby Jesus
God is with us just to bless
A solid rock that never changes
To protect and guide us
Or merely to work thro’ Jesus
A solid rock that never changes,
He is asleep there on the hay.
In the person of baby Jesus, yea
A solid rock that never changes
He’s omnipresent, unseen, everywhere
But He is always there.
A solid rock that never changes
With very many names, titles and codes
The Alpha and the Omega, the lamb of God
A solid rock that never changes
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26-12-13
Fourth Place win
Contest: Any poem goes #5 by P.D.
Date:12-12-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Rhyme
Sixth place win
Contest: Emmanuel by Craig Cornish
She gazed into the northern sky and said unto herself, there is a storm coming....
They thought him odd; the philosophers and wisemen contemporary within their day
For not only did he abstain from the worlds ways but, he spent decades building a vessel
Warning them all as many simply laughed and mocked; shaking their heads whileas passing by
Just another day like every other day, amid this their sinful lives; trying to somehow imagine
An entire civilization, so immersed within something that I cannot seem to yet fathom; still
As unto how could this truly be that only one and one alone, be they counted worthy....
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....“The Omega Man” *
Alpha And Omega
We imagine life as a straight line: at the start we are born as a baby,
Then at the end of the line we are old and die. But what if this was
Not the case: as the Universe is eternal, maybe we are also eternal.
Let's look at this more closely. Just suppose life was not a straight line,
But instead it were actually the figure eight, were life is continuous:
We are born, we pass on, but not to our end, but to our beginning.
Life and death are a loop, and the point, where time is checked and
Then repeated over and over again, may explain why we have
Déjà vu, or a point we seem to remember, and each rotation through
This loop we tend to recall something we did in a previous loop of
Time. This may happen because somehow we have made a slight
Alteration in the original loop we encountered. We may have even
Died before we where born or the other way round - either way the
Loop would be unbroken. The Earth as we know it may have been
In an eternal time loop, the same may be true for our lives, as everything
Reflects the way God could have planned it. This could explain
Why there may really be life after death - it all depends on which theory
Is really correct. As God is eternal, then maybe we are also eternal - it
All may be in God's plan, to keep the whole universe as one.
It seems possible that there maybe no Alpha or Omega after all.
"Marriages Made in Heaven"
covenants
conditional
conscripted
under cover
marriages
made
in heaven
revelations
rage racing
romancing rockets
splitting sorry atoms
The proposal
The Bride
The answer
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Rev 21
“The Answer” / Unkle (Trentmoeller remix)
https://youtu.be/Mh92yoebuhM
“Now we see but a poor reflection
as in a mirror;
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then - I shall know fully,
even as I am fully known”
Rev 21
International Children’s Bible (ICB)
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+21&version=ICB
Here I am in this abyss
waiting while I dream of this
I'm going to Vegas, Vegas
as soon as i finally leave this place
but I know that I must leave a trace
My brief sojourn from my mothers milk
then I'll have to grow up
and deal with the ilk of good times and bad
learning to speak to be happy and sad
later a teen then a woman
then marriage with child to further their aims
to grow old gracefully
pick up my cane and take a plane
I'm going to Vegas, Vegas
and place my bet
before its time to leave this earth
You know a magnet exists not from its form, but from its effects.
Many things are like that, I suppose.
Last night, I had a few glasses of wine; normally, one will suffice.
But I fear there was a kind of fire burning within me that needed to be put out.
And my mind was crafting dreams a bit too fast; it needed to be slowed down.
Every word she says casts a shadow in a thousand directions,
and I yearn to see how each one falls, and what it means for us.
I've found a good way to check how far it's come:
You'll think of her at the beginning and the end of each day.
When you wake up, your plans will shape around her.
I-beams will bend to accommodate her every move.
When you struggle to fall asleep alone,
your mind will pine for that solitary company.
Your earthly success will be measured by whether you've made her smile.
It doesn't come too often; but you'll know it when it does.
Your alpha and omega will align just as she pleases.
The iron filing of your heart is helpless before her eyes.
And you hope she'll draw you closer, closer, ever closer,
until your souls are one.
21 July 2017
Written for "Obsession" contest, sponsored by the Silent One
Because you died you cannot think
You got off easily.
We have much to resolve;
And I will find your spirit
Even if it has gone past this universe.
Now that I have your attention
We can begin. This business
Of flitting around my head
With faint perfume is not enough,
Nor is a vision out of the corner of an eye.
Such are sweet-sad alms for madness;
I refuse to be mad from titillation;
I refuse To close any doors
Because of accepted lies
About some final consummation.
You thought your energy was not allowed
Here, even when you looked inside
And saw the force that cannot age.
Even when you drew its face,
You put it in your jewelry box.
You thought your energy not sufficient.
Even when it outdistanced your eyes;
And you spoke of death
As if compression in a box
Is all that could explode and shake the earth.
And---when death made its huge demand,
I saw the startled look sealed in your gaze.
I knew you had been taken by surprise
And not by any lover
When the box opened and let you out.
So haunt me with release
For I have much to learn.
Tell of the many mansions in the reach
Of that unstoppable fire that burns
Through all our sad and pretty locks.
I
For once he banished all birds
from the air
not just Mynas tick-picking
on twitching backs
but all birds, unnamed
and high bred
with each wave of his contrived hand
extending the pelting rice on the shorn land.
Some came to sort the heedless grain
in their hunger of disdain
Some fluttered from hump to hump
from his total need
to his clambering might.
Each time they came and went
he let them alone
choked in their distensions.
He could not see their pain.
Perhaps their general nature - too
grave to offend
saw in his absence
in his indifference to want
the chance of their malice
their frolicksome end.
II
Too late in the arboured rites
he careered with his adolescent fancies :
the ghee-man
with his pails of souring milk
Working within his churning bones
old rishis’ immolating ambitions :
the curious incantatory neologisms
the crowd-infused lusty prayer
the unsliced un-schismatic advaita piety
What should he take : the game or the adulation
both silently exploding buds
in the crammed clutch of mania.
Somewhere in the lambent miasma
Old age and the deep cloistered pining of chaste women
roused out of season
make mud the surmounting of goals.
Must he not retreat then and melt
Fuse into a negating asana
Conniving at the self-raped
furtive orgasms.
That
he could extinguish his cravings
with too much incontinence
he saw
That
he assailed entrances along marbled corridors
with hardly a mindful push
he knew.
(c) T. Wignesan - 1965 in tell them i'm gone. Paris: 1983.
Omega d;
On The Island
along a coast
i heard a Sunset
say what most
seem to see
is a golden light
burning into red
just before night
So i followed you
and listened what
my eyes did dare
and caught it right
in the light just tHere
the shimmering flicker
of a whispering where
Silence on the cliff
Wind slows to hear
and together we waited
for a morning to share
and oh my god,
it was all so clear…
as darkness fell and
you held my fear
warm in your arms
just waiting…
for my sight to appear
and then hear…
”...Alpha burns right
when we’re upside, dear…”
Sunrise came…
and I kissed you there.
EarthMother recirculates red
and dark blue blood,
through sacred veins
and springing arterials
of integrity's compassion
Healing
wounding segregated pathologies
of death avoidance
is not life gracefully danced
When we
together
see Alphas
StraightWhiteMale dominant
through every space
in timeless now
Circulating Anthropocene
patho-atheistic parching Earth
in Alpha taste
and RightWing touch
and LeftBrain see
Omega's green capital face
and organic viscera,
MeWe Janus de-polarized
feeling dizzy
with transgendered dissonance
Traumatized
by unsecretive eyes
for not-not shared objectives
With healthy words
usurped by straight
white anthro-engoddened men
no one dare name
or look upon
without shame,
monotheistic
punishing blame
Throughout our dynamic history
of multiculturally systemic
polytheistic
iconic
sacred becoming EarthTribes
continuously open
whole systemic filled
universal felt experience
Omega's tipping point
toward integral win/win
strategic green
bi-hemispherically balancing
co-messianic Spring i
New Year transitioning intelligence
Recirculating red
and dark blue blood,
through veins
and uprising Alpha arterials
of integrity's Omega
autumnal
replete compassion
Wintering climate
depleted dispassion
silently waiting
next season's green
return addiction,
summer's full climax
loving life
now sadly co-defeated.
I found out that ol' JD died today
The funny thing is
Is that I thought that he died some years ago
And his ghost was sputtering about in some dilapidated mansion
Where the curtains have rotted to the rod
But, alas, he nearly lived to the centenarian status
I imagine that he did not once own a television-
He only heard the horror stories and how the ectoplasm
Oozes from its mechanized chips and radioactive tube.
It must have been especially disconcerting to him that countless people
Use this medium to connect to an artificial reality, and
Thereby,
Learned about him without ever reading one word of anything he'd ever written
Within such a corrupt medium
T.V. time specials, ya know, documentaries...
the new way to read a book
advanced cliff's notes cause your a tard.
Space images sent straight from the bowels of alpha centauri
With technology that absorbs completely
Well, JD, I hope your bones feed some beautiful trees
December 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 1
Key Verse – Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY ALPHA AND OMEGA
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond eternity
Throughout Your supreme authority
Along great omniscient sovereignty
To propel me around Your protecting security.
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond timeliness
Throughout Your boundless faithfulness
Along everlasting omnipresent graciousness
To monitor me around Your loving kindness.
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond wisdom
Throughout Your spiritual freedom
Along perfect triumphant Christendom
To teach me around Your life-changing kingdom.
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond glory
Throughout Your grand history
Along virtuous holy territory
To drive me around Your sanctifying victory.
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond affluence
Throughout Your infinite opulence
Along wealthy divine influence
To prosper me around Your enriching prevalence.
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond achievement
Throughout Your mighty empowerment
Along impossible miraculous accomplishment
To inspire me around Your transforming fulfillment.
Thank You for Your being my Alpha and Omega beyond jubilation
Throughout Your glad rejuvenation
Along joyous worshipful exultation
To revive me around Your illuminating revelation.
December 18, 2022
TECHNOLOGY ...
Has made us FAR
More fragile as a civilization ...
The further technology takes us,
The more vulnerable we are as a race,
And the farther we will fall into chaos when
It breaks down ... and it will certainly, someday ...
Break ...
DOWN.
Alpha and Omega
The reality is that I love men.
They are perfect, just as they are.
Not always doing as they are supposed to do.
Not paying attention to fears that are false.
Strong backbones, fierce fighters for right,
and assailants to all wrong.
Fixing things, making things, creating.
God loved Adam,
and he was made in His own image.
What a glorious fact.
Woman, taken from the side of man,
to be close, loved and cared for.
What a precious gift.
The two become one.
A circle is complete.
A family is born.
Children the blessing.
For some if not all.
The greater gift,
the spiritual walk,
with each other,
through life,
and its ups and downs.
Depending on God in all things,
knowing that He is with you...
both.
December 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 1-3
Key Verse – Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA
Praise be to God for He is the Alpha and Omega along His:
Faithfulness in flourishing our faith
Fervency in fueling our fortitude
Freedom in forgiving our foolishness
Firmness in framing our foundation
Festiveness in filling our futility
Revelation 2:18 Praise be to the Lord for having eyes
like unto flame of fire, searching our hearts against:
Pride by His power
Prejudice with His prudence
Perversions along His perfection
Pessimism toward His purpose and plan
Preferences upon His principled precepts
Revelation 3:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
knowing our works with our:
Experience but dry in service
Exposure but dirty in saintliness
Example but defiled in sacrifices
Existence but dead in spirituality
Exaltation bestowed by His salvation-security. Amen!
December 25, 2024