Best Preachings Poems
Since God already wrote my name in the Book of life permanently
I'm now granted precious inheritance absolutely
Receiving His blessings of great bounty
I must worship Him in spirit and truth's certainty.
With His love sealing my spirit in His ownership
I'm well-protected by His caring guardianship.
Because He is my Teacher-mentor thru biblical preachings
I must discern amidst erroneous teachings.
Having His favor in my ministry participation
I'm blessed in my faithful stewardship's function.
Along His offered relationship so sweet
I enjoy our vibrant fellowship every time we meet.
By His miracle, my body is made as His Spirit’s temple
I'm verily secured against lusts that trample!
While His holiness is molding my heart
I must not defy Him; from Him I should never depart.
Thru His wondrous love story
I'm assured of eternal victory.
Grateful to Christ for His marvelous love
I ought to live for Him, with faith looking* above.
*Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
March 7, 2019
Categories:
preachings, appreciation, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Couplet
K’ung Fu Tzu or Confucius his English name,
for centuries, brought China much dignity and fame.
Born in the state of Lu, now Province of Shantung,
a scholar of Asia, Chinese his native born tongue.
As a child, he held a make-believe temple ritual,
as an adult, love and learning became habitual.
Confucius was made a magistrate by Duke Zhao of Lu,
under his administration, the small city flourished and grew.
Bordering countries worried, Lu would get too strong,
Confucius resigned, so that the countries would get along.
Royal courts shunned Confucius, plotted to kill him,
He was arrested and jailed, his future looked very grim.
He sent word to a kindhearted king, in nearby homeland,
to rescue Confucius, a solution the king had planned.
Confucius shared ideas and teachings with royal notabilities,
who learned eventually of his distinguished abilities.
Only after his death did Confucianism commence,
everything he taught completely made sense.
Confucius bequeathed no writings or historical list,
but it is known that the “Record of Rites” exist.
“Record of Rites” contains anecdotes about his teachings,
a complete collection of his students’ preachings.
There are three dimensions of human condition,
that totally make up the Chinese tradition.
Self, community, and tradition are Confucian spirituality,
and endless teachings of human morality.
Father and son were held in high admiration,
since man was the family’s root foundation.
Ruler and minister maintained social order,
developed guidelines of human social border.
Husbands controlled the family and his wife,
she had no opinion in her family or her life.
Elders were held in higher regard than the child,
since great wisdom held their social order more mild.
The last of the social order was the true friend,
from which the human could fully depend.
These five bonds were developed for flourishing souls,
and the boundaries that were set for Confucian goals.
Confucius says; never give a sword to a man that can’t dance,
and real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Broad Horizons” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Deborah Guzzi
June 30, 2010
My suject is "The Five Bonds of Confucianism"
Categories:
preachings, family, history, social,
Form:
Couplet
Before you wrote that poem for me I thought I was content being single.... Now, I yearn
for your affection, yearn to make you happy, strive to make you mine..... I don't want
your thoughts to be about anything but me until we meet and beyond.... I yearn to be that
man that has been in your dreams, I WANT YOU...... Not only in body baby but to grow with
me, to love this man until death do us part..... I have been lazily looking for love not
knowing I would find your affections here on PS. I knew that I was drawn here for a
purpose other than my poetry...... I was drawn here for you to find me..... God has given
you this chance at love my dear, don't smack his hand away.... I may not repent my sins, I
may not be active in the preachings of our lord and savior, but he loves me just as
much.... He wants to see me happy, wants you to find true love.... I am his gift to you
boo..... I truly believe that.........
Jared Pickett
6/7/2010
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Categories:
preachings, me, love, me,
Form:
Lord Buddha, the light of Asia.......
Lord Buddha was a son of King Suddhodana of the Gautama in India
He carried his name as Siddhartha during his childhood
He become a Buddha after found enlightenment under the Bodhi tree
where he went in deep contemplation of the Dharma, residing
in the perfect peace of nirvana
Lord Buddha died 2500 years ago but his teaching
of love and wisdom are still very much alive.
Lord Buddha was divine power of all wisdom
and truth who held love in this universe with faith
Whoever follows his teaching become free from selfishness,
hatred and greed.
Also, their heart gets purified with all his preachings
Lord Buddha opposed animal sacrifice and asked his followers
to stop cruelty and extend kindness to all living things.
He also asked his followers to take care of all the sick people
According to Hinduism he was known true reincarnation of Lord Vishnu
Let us spread his divine teaching and make this world peaceful
Because Lord Buddha is the light that illuminates always
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
preachings, faith, light, light, love,
Form:
Light Verse
"you are more than I deserve. It's a love I never dreamed I'd find. Happinesd like this is worth dying for..."
- Yasunari Kawabata-
Looking down, while flying midway between sky and earth,
I saw a dog on the grey tongue of an abandoned road,
Licking its genitals under summer-noon's hot slogan.
And I understood how badly I had drifted from your hills.
The hearth, that eatthen hearth, we often mended with butter-clay scooped out of a shallow river called "wahumkhra",
every time it cracked, pitilessly, after meals we managed to cook, sparingly though, will always remain as the only string that holds the chandelier of my fragile existence.
O that sweet hunger, how I yearn for it now.
The pallet of pine-needles stiched with old sacks,
on which we gathered dreams with smell of pine forests,
was no lesser than the priest's preachings on sunday mornings about His heaven's promised infinite sleep.
The narrow streets on which I doddered looking for work,
with constantly slipping away toes from outworn sandals,
while you waited for me with the blossoming seed in your belly, a future, full of honeyed beehives, over which I staggered drunk with restlessness of a beggar, for which I repent till this day.
I never knew, honestly, that I will become an irrelevant thread in the embroidery of jasmines on the hem of mekhala chaddar worn by a naiad, for the first time, shyly, when she attained puberty, and on the day of her subsequent gandharva marriage to an alchemist.
For the time being, I exist as a windless flag with no colors, neither white nor of any color known to mankind.
My soul and heart stay bled, like the butchered wings of Jatayu, but sweetheart, you will hear me flutter, sometimes, in the chuckling of a wounded squirrel and wailing of a cicada in the pine-hills where winds tease clouds, where you dwell reminiscing shadows of our silhouetting nonsenses.
Notes :
1. Mekhala chaddar, a traditional of Assamese women.
2. Gandharva marriage is one of the eight classical types of hindu marriage. This ancient marriage tradition from the Indian subcontinent was based on mutual attraction between to people, with no rituals, witnesses or family participation.
3. Jatayu was a vulture, in the hindu epic ramayana, whose wings were severed by ravana's sword, while attempting to rescue sita when the latter kidnapped her.
Categories:
preachings, 12th grade, friend, friendship,
Form:
War
what are we fighting for?
for the declaration of a superior religion
divinity is fatal - a blood shedding division
violence drives religion's hearts to beat
and no it's NOT just Islam... oh sorry, I'll help you back onto your feet
the words you praise, the book that grips your engage
teaches the meaningless wars you wage
so before you read another page
know that that paper contains bottomless rage
and the church you've titled your beloved
steals your money and mind, yet you think nothing of it
and why?
because you're blind
God's the only good excuse you can find
and besides don't worship this entity
he's dangerous, he blankets an evil identity
he tells you to kill
it gives him a thrill
but oh, it's only God's will
HA!
give me a break
I don't know how much more I can take
let me ask a question. how much more death will you make
religion preaches peace, acceptance, and forgiveness...
excuse me, but when will one of these preachings ever awake
and yeah you may call me a heretic
but read that "holy scripture", minus the blindfold, it'll make you sick
and one more question.
when will war end and serenity reign?
hey folks, I have an answer for this one...
when religion isn't subsisting and creating insane...
if I'm wrong, than show me where the tranquility stands
yes, I'm a heretic
but there's no blood on MY hands.
Categories:
preachings, religionme, me, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
I will be reborn again
but hide me from the government
those at my wake will come to know the new loop
and those who walk by the suffering will know nothing
until I am reborn
and i Will be martyred to die again
to fake my death
in another strategic way
like way back when in the kingdom of values and hippocracy
we will live it
we will play it out and love the lesson
so fake my death
and I will be reborn again
shaking hands
and passing smiles
nodding gently with my new haircut and different style to blend into the
camaflouge
fake my death
and look innocent to see
I never woke up
how many times have you burried me?
how many times have i crawled from the secret passage of the tomb?
how many times have my neighbors heard me scream in pain?
how many oracle shave i left behind
of games and hauntings
to slide into the new matrix of existence
where we do it again
and i am reborn
and together we live in secrecy until i fake my death!
let me rise to this occasion
so you can have your surprise holiday
allow me to tear the wool off the wolf
to the wars you have lost
i am full of fear and it costs nine lives and spells
chants
second chances romances and historical renegades of desire
so let's fake my death
remember the fire and know
no one will ever do that again
maybe he actually did die
maybe he was an excuse to be exercised from demons
maybe he was a hero a martyr inspired by the bible
so fake e my death
im going under
back into the tombs
to crawl out of yesterday
to die for the living
and be reborn into another tragedy
of the innocent on death row
who needs to be set free
because if i didn't die
the truth is in some ones hands
nine lives and one major plan of death rows vengeance of martyred hit men
so fake my death
come to my wake
close casket
see whats at stake
burn the bridge
and sell me into tomorrow
today this life i was a poet
tomorrow unknown
I am a new beginning
a legendary mess of preachings of satanic prevention
who will fake his death in search of saints and reason
fake my death and remember
i might be alive
i might be dead
but somewhere im asking
what would Jesus do
or is it what have i done to Jesus?
Categories:
preachings, death, faith, history, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Simply put this title may offend some
Truth is I don't pray or go to church
I stay at home and reflect on life
Seems atheist are victims of a purge
Believers in a power are loud and proud
But us atheists stay silent for the most part
We aren't all a bad crowd
We are all human with a heart
If you were to look at my character
Would you think I'm a man of faith?
Study my life like a narrator
And see which belief seem to be in place
Is there truly a way to tell?
I think not
Whether heaven nor hell
I choose neither and instead want my body to rot
I write this to show my stance
See if you judged me fair
Now look how you judge based on my stance
Cause judgement is a sin to weigh you to hell...and i feel light as air
Categories:
preachings, bible, deep, devotion, feelings,
Form:
Quatrain
But we arent reading hundreds of journals about the days of old and true acounts
of jesus
we are reading on narrative book about him
written by a man who thinks he is god
so that tell sme
i can do the same
and maybe i just might
and maybe
just maybe
all several different texts of my book
that turn into churches
instead of going to holy wars you will get along
agree on the lessons you were taught
will be able to date eachother in highschool
and wont be frowned upon if you fall in love
Tell me
are we gullible
or victoms of brainwash
or am i the one that has it all wrong
maybe one day i'll meet someone that has a grandpa
that has an old diary entry from someone
a story he or she was told from her great grandmother
about a rumor in her family tree says
one of her ancestors met jesus
until i read the many written accounts of those that were there
all you worshippers are fools
and i'm better on my own
Can't say i dont believe in jesus preachings
i was never there to hear them
he never wrote them down
the man who did
did so
after jesus died
what am i to think
you believe in his resurrection
the truthifiction is right here
i can prove my case further
i rest my case
and think your victoms of a brainwashed cult
and this world just got really scary
but ive known this since iwas small
Categories:
preachings, faith, introspection, mystery, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Let not the pretense of men get to you
Nor the false preachings of pastors
enslave you from the pleasures of life
Come with me prince and I will show you
Many men have visited and testified
The goodness and the sweetness I give
It’s hilarious how hypocritical men are
He that pretend to be an enemy at dawn
Is but my companion at night
Come with me and I will show you
Where heaven is located and
Where the crowns of the gods dwells
I will show you a land of milk and honey
Where sweet waters flows
With its nature fruitful and fair
Adam your father once ate of my apples
and was made as wise as gods
Come foolish one and be made wise
Come taste from my strong wine
Enjoy the warmth of my flesh
Take the knowledgeable milk of my breast
I have caused many men to wonder
How the world would have been
Without a generous goddess like me
In the middle of my Eden is that tree
with ripe and rejuvenating fruits
That refreshes a man’s inner soul
Come my prince, come have a taste
and know why I’m been called
A paradise above other paradise
Categories:
preachings, romance,
Form:
Free verse
My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written It in the form of a couplet, adopting a 12 syllable meter per line of verse which can also be called Alexandrine. My thoughts are mostly based on Indian weather conditions which are diverse and complex in nature.
My resolution for the New Year was anew,
Then the time to break the resolution was due;
As the new year grew old again, so did my will,
A few clichéd preachings and the routine drill;
It was the month January, new was the year,
Armed with newer resolutions, I had no fear;
The month was gone, shortish February was here,
To grapple with resolutions, mind’s still unclear;
March, beware of the Ides, they bring nothing but gloom,
It was also the time for the flowers to bloom;
You should never forget the trusting April Fool,
Do not be deceived by friends, remain ever cool;
May, dedicated to labour, union’s call,
Yet, most reactions to work, often whimsical;
Summer was upon us as we reached mid-year June,
People could not bear the heat and were out of tune;
Just as I came to terms with the heat of tropics,
‘twas time to discuss rain and related topics;
Wet July had come, quenching, and never too soon,
The topics to discuss changed to stormy monsoon;
August, too rainy, no Sun, no blue sky, no fun,
Yet, vibrant shades of green filled uninspiring dunne;
The weather can get cyclonic, come September,
The havoc it caused was something to remember;
The ancient name for October, Winterfylleth,
Romans chose Octo to name the eighth for the tenth;
November, orphan nobody wants, damp and cold,
Uninspiring, barren too, nothing to behold;
Snowy December brought with it end of the year,
Heralding celebrations for X’mas, and New year;
Another year passes, promised all so much joy,
Delivered pain, hate, and too little to enjoy;
Why new hopes are always linked to resolutions,
Love forever primal fear confabulations;
If character, attitude is impeccable,
That’s when hope matches success glorifiable;
mbfarookh
Categories:
preachings, christmas, farewell, poetry, remember,
Form:
Couplet
February 7 Scripture Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 6-10
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 6:1 Now these are the commandments, the statutes, and the judgments, which the LORD your God commanded to teach you, that ye might do them in the land whither ye go to possess it.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME TO DO YOUR WILL
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s statutes
Toward fearing You reverentially along what Your authority institutes
By keeping my heart to love You, appreciating Your attributes
Though sometimes, I fail due to doubts in those where my skill contributes.
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s judgments
Toward honouring You sincerely along Your truth-pronouncements
By humbling my mind to submit to You against humanistic predicaments
Though sometimes, I show arrogance in my sentiments.
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s preachings
Toward molding me to behave attentively along Your watchings
By training my ability to serve You midst Your doctrine-enrichings
Though sometimes, I question Your ways in my searchings.
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s precepts
Toward trusting You fully along Your principles and divine concepts
By strengthening my spirituality against carnality that intercepts
Though sometimes, I yield to temptations which my soul accepts.
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s commands
Toward serving You diligently along what Your commission brands
By driving my commitment to continue against shaking sands
Though sometimes, I falter upon skepticism stands.
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s declarations
Toward following You completely along Your laws and assertions
By correcting my flaws and errors, rebuking me of my transgressions
Though sometimes, I complain which I cannot deny in my actions.
Thank You for teaching me to do Your will’s standards
Toward delighting in You joyfully along Your safety-guards
By binding my all with Your salvation-blessings, free from hell-hazards
Though sometimes, I misbehave and forfeit my aspired rewards.
February 7, 2022
Categories:
preachings, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
Categories:
preachings, betrayal, conflict, deep, discrimination,
Form:
Political Verse
Teach religion with your way of life
not with the word of mouth
preach religion with your practices
don't practice religion with preachings
I was told to give to the temple
yet the temple never gave to me
can a man rob God? oh foolery!
how can we rob a man we cannot see
how can you rob a poet of his poem
when even the best poems
are yet to be written and the best lines
are yet to be straightened
I have seen religious clerics
and preachers of deceitful charity
walk pass the poor with pockets filled
yet not a single dime given out
Oh peters, don't seek me with prayers
come to me with silver and gold
whenever I come to you for prayers
you seek my silver and gold
whenever you want to raise high
your pillars and enlarge your tent
you seek the little token I have to give
then send me to God when I need mine
Categories:
preachings, corruption, god, prayer, religion,
Form:
Free verse
I’m trying to be respectable by being undetectable,
But my words are indefensible,
It’s regrettable yet incredible,
That I can’t see past the second hand,
This isn’t how my life was planned,
Another junkie for the damned,
Another soul that’s slammed and scammed.
You sit up in your fancy houses,
With your 2.4 and trophy spouses,
While I’m sleeping rough with dogs and louses,
Pimps and hookers cutting ounces.
Your judgement oozes from the street,
It’s stench it drenches sickly sweet,
Condemning me to taste defeat,
At the hands of your sacred elite.
I’ll burn your book and eat your apple,
Sodomise Eve inside your chapel,
Teach the truth while you all grapple,
Amongst yourselves like a desperate rabble.
Because I’m the truth of all your teachings.
I’m the result of a millennial of preachings,
The result of progress here I am,
Look upon your modern man.
Categories:
preachings, society,
Form:
Free verse