Best Precepts Poems
LIFE PRECEPTS AND GOD
I want to mold no one, for what I believe is suitable for me alone;
Each must find a belief-path which suits perfectly, but suits no one apart.
Let me offer my beliefs only to show how a path may be found -
And advise you to believe nothing unless it is deep in your heart.
If my job as father was correctly done, on their path through life
My children will treat others as they themselves wish to be,
And will look upon each person as a potential brother in need of help,
And seeing another’s misfortune, they will say - it could easily be me.
They will look after each other and others who may be in need,
And seek no thanks or praise, but do the job secretly with no bother.
Love is shown only by actions, and in the doing is the praying.
Their actions will be motivated by what is necessary for these others.
This is a difficult path to take and it is the right path:
But path or no path, I love my children - they are mine. And I believe this:
If I love my children as dearly as a father can, then
How much more does God our father love us. We are his.
"Precepts of the Aegis-Holder"
no gorgons here
but 3 of one, yes?
shields raise
back the dead
to life
and phoenix
from the ashes
spreads its burning wings
feathers of blue
now gold, tra-la notes,
messages burning
rising upwards, it sings
and the hounds noble
stand their ground
under tree of life
the wisdom drops from leaves
like tears, black pearls
in for a penny,
in for a pound
what say you?
to the manor born?, or
light of life?, by now
it does not matter
for all is found, surely,
in each
the other
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb,klb, llb
"A chattering crow lives out nine generations of aged men,
but a stag's life is four time a crow's,
and a raven's life makes three stags old,
while the phoenix outlives nine ravens,
but we, the rich-haired Nymphs
daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder,
outlive ten phoenixes"
The Aegis-Holder.
Burton.
Phoenix.
3.
Lux Vitae.
Learn more
no snore
Less play
no stray
Work hard
we guard
You should
be good
Stay top
no drop
You win
we grin.
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In the poem above,
We = Parents
You = Child/Student.
Parenting in the culture that I grew.....
2-Mar-2016
Contest: March of the Footle
Sponsored by: Timothy Hicks
I'm so sick of your precepts
Like having Christ in my life
Doesn't give me f****** room to make a mistake
Like I'm just supposed to live and forgive
With every one that's walked away
I'm so sick of your precepts
Like I'm damned to hell
Just for having a drink in my hand
You see me puffing on a cigarette
Just trying to smoke the pain away
Yet you think there must be something wrong with me
I'm so sick of your precepts
Like living a life for God
Means I can't live life having a flaw
You judge me from a church's pew
Casting your stones with a blind eye
As if I'm the one living a lie
I've seen you walk your own narrow road
Crowning yourself from your righteous throne
But all I see is a heriacy
Never extending grace or mercy
I'm not trying to say I've got it all figured out
But I've heard the cries, the screams, the shouts
I refuse to believe a god that doesn't see the tears
A god that doesn't embrace you through your fears
I know I've received a gift I can never repay
A life once lost, a life made new
I wasn't created to have the perfect story
But through the bullsh**, give God the glory
In a weird way there is a beauty in cursing to the sky
Since when is a prayer supposed to be a lie
So I'll live with this broken faith
And I will live to hate
Every false precept
“To what avail are scriptures etched on stones~
If it’s true, we must feel it in our bones”
-Unseeking Seeker.
The scriptures needed to be before their eyes,
Words spoke to their hearing,
Didn’t avail much,
It didn’t seat in their hearts,
The scriptures were engraved on stones,
But they were not written in their hearts,
It was a worthless effort,
They fell short and erred in many ways,
Wearied by their continuous transgressions,
He sought a way to embed
His words perpetually in their hearts,
To graft His precepts forever in their chambers,
Laid and built upon,
Until it became a mirror,
Through which they saw
their deeds and misdeeds,
Through which we stand justified.
April 25, 2022.
M-asterfully
A-uthored,
E-ach
A-rticulated
L-ine
B-eautifully
E-xpresses
R-eason
T-o
O-verwhelm
©bfa051025
Monocrostic (Birthday of Mae P. Alberto)