Best Prophecy Poems
May be sung to the tune of It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
It came upon a prophecy
in ancient days foretold
that to the earth would come a child
fulfilling words of old.
For all the earth to be redeemed
this gift of God's great love:
a Savior, which is Christ the Lord
came down from heaven above.
As Joseph came from David's line
to Bethlehem went he,
and with him Mary, great with child,
in heeding Caesar's decree.
And so the Lord was born that night
in lowly cattle stall:
in him was life, and his bright star
would be the light of all.
The prophet Micah's words fulfilled
of which the faithful sing:
"O, Bethlehem, though small are you
from you shall come a king."
The angels joined to sing Noel
announcing God's own Son;
with shepherds, Magi bowing to
the long awaited one.
In ancient days this prophecy
Isaiah did foretell,
The virgin shall conceive a son,
His name: Immanuel.
"To us a child is born this day,
to us a son is giv'n" -
He reigns on David's throne on earth,
and God's right hand in heav'n.
You know how they say,'what will be will be'...
but what is it that will be?
What does the future hold
for me?
I wish somehow
it would all be revealed
future clarity
Are you there...with me?"
you wrap me up tighter
make my burden feel lighter
dark of doubt becomes brighter
when I hear your voice
humor infused
whisper in my ear
"Oh...Baby
philosophy
existential cacophony
of differing thoughts
doesn't mean anything to me
Are you happy
here in my arms?"
I sigh and raise my head
only to find your eyes looking at me
in that way that makes me feel....
eternity
there...there in their depths
is unfolding prophecy
constancy
and longevity
of love
your eyes speak to me
"what will be will be
but through every dilemma
through every heartache
when your body's battered
i won't let you break
I will be there
loving you
for love's sake"...
I see the prophecy
assuring visual eloquency
and to make sure I never forget
you seal this prophecy with a kiss
and I know fulfillment
is here...now
and is yet to be
Eileen Manassian
"Prophecy"
The Bee sleeps Her secrets
In honey
She sleeps Her dreams
a honeycomb
of secret lives
gone wild
in a lost
forest of trees
metamorphosis
in mirrors' reflections
She scries
a prophesier
dreaming
prophecies
where She
fluttering REM
walks long roads home
wandering wondering
in the Amygdala Catacombs
for a little while
breathing in sleep drugged air
like Eternity
sealed in a
dark space
lit with light
of candle wax
dreaming of
his face,
following his phantom footprints
his Love tracks
She is royal jelly fed
prozac poems
She is put to bed
not heard nor seen for a while
eventually She emerges
wet and new
with freedom wings
made from gossamer of green
imprinted with neverending
shining eyes of blue
in warm honey
the Bee
sleeps her dreams
of secret lives
metamorphosized
prophesying
the Prophesier emerges
jubiliant
a Queen
with jaded
eyes
She discards
a past life and
leaves the
Bee Hive
defibrillating
two hearts
one Her’s
the other’s
held gently
in Her
mind’s eye
as She flies
upwards
towards
Her
never ending
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“To be successful, one has to be one of three bees -
the queen bee,
the hardest working bee,
or the bee that does not fit in.”
(Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun)
A Message From God
by M. Griswold
06172020
For those that have ears open them and hear.
A message from God given to me loud and clear.
For those of true faith be ready and do not fear.
Because I am coming soon and the end is near.
For those having eyes, open them so you may see.
Of the prophecies and judgements foretold to be.
They are coming true sooner than later listen to me.
God loves us all and wants us to heed this last plea.
Continue not in your sinful ways and return to Him.
For those that don't, have a future truly dark and grim.
They will have no hope of redemption skinny nor slim.
And be as ripened cheese's green mold, cut away trim.
For those that have eyes and ears let them understand.
The destruction will be final just as He has planned.
All put in motion in the beginning by His command.
This is His message through me scribed with my hand.
hands on curve of hips
head bent close to my navel
tongue in omphalic orbit
waiting for that dip
your prophecy of pleasure
makes of me a believer
Jade Celeste
The Argument has always been,
Who gets to decide what is right?
You think yourself a Sovereign?
Let's examine the Erudite!
"Man should make the sovereign choice,"
The Erudite Scholar will say,
"Unaided by an imagined Voice,
No Crutch to get in his way."
But, alas, the Erudite dies,
And, God's predictions come true,
And, truth that is mixed with lies
Will not solve man's deepest issues.
God's word was made to outlive all,
Yet Satan arrays against it.
He brings with him a captive thrall:
Deceived, depraved, unrepentant.
"Reason demands we must oppose.
We cannot accept His burden."
Truth is spewed into vomit flows
And the Devil's Puke is Chosen.
"Nothing is beyond man's power.
Ignore this god altogether.
There is no god, do not cower.
Our freedoms demand no tether."
"The Nations had better listen.
For My choices will always stand.
Jerusalem and Israel -
Will forever bear My brand.
I give you space, and I give you grace,
For repentance and salvation,
But, opposing Me to my face,
And, I give you ruination.
My rage will be unquenchable,
For Satan and the Nations,
My Messiah, insatiable,
Heaven's armies at their stations.
Once again I will validate,
My choices, My Messiah.
You know this because you have read,
The Book of Zechariah."
Gaia in white flame burns
Yaldabaoth himself spurns
A second cycle turns
The Golden Age returns
The first-begotten son
Comes down from heaven’s sun
Barbelo, Armoured Queen
Look gently at this scene
Of Christ’s birth long foreseen
In this iron machine
Hearts of iron will melt
Hearts of gold will be felt
Hearts, gold and meek
Will rule from the word’s peak
Valis will rule and speak
With the lute of mystique
This birth in mystery
Will be our victory
As Polloi rules here
The first child will appear
Clearing the mist of fear
Every past sin and tear
Will be washed away
Clearing a narrow way
The world soul will rain down
Hedera all around
Lilies to make a crown
Acanthus for renown
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
Without any expense
All goats will return home
All blind cobras that roam
Will be under death’s dome
Miles under farms and loam
Sheep will not fear lions
Men will see aeons
In the stream of Dead Sea
He’ll become a man free
Oak trees will weep honey
On every wild thorn-tree
Grapes will turn Persian plum
Gold will be the plain’s sum
But iron will remain
At sea, war ships will reign
Wars will bring pain
Walls will cover the plain
But when you will grow up
Gaia will drink the cup
Please, come soon, in our plight
You, the viceroy of might
The globe bows to your light
The earth and the blue height
Beseech you to be set free
From Yaldabaoth’s dark sea
You, our lord and brother
Child, smile at your mother
Speak words from the Father
If your lips will not stir
No light will bless your wine
And wisdom shall not shine
(Gnostic poem based on the ancient Roman Virgil's fourth eclogue, often interpreted as foretelling the birth of Christ)
The times of which the prophets wrote is taking shape at last. It won't be long till
that fateful day we hear the trumpets blast.
The bright blue heavens will disappear, as the stars drop out of sight, the
stillness in our hearts as each day turns to night.
The times of which the prophets wrote we won't have long to wait.
As this was written long ago our destiny our fate.
We've walked not a straight and narrow path now it's time to pay our dues.
It seems the fate of all mankind is in the hands of fools.
This Prophecy is not hard to see it's the coming of the end.
On that day we're all forgiven and free to start again.
The nightmare that we all will share we don't have long to wait.
Yes it was written long ago, our Destiny, our Fate
I look into forever
And I'm blinded by the pain
Of visions of an always
That never hears your name.
A lifetime spent without you
Is all I see in store --
With painful days outside your eyes --
And constant heartache evermore.
I see familiar faces --
Which once were filled with love --
Their tear-filled eyes reflecting
A dying, wounded dove.
Reality surrounds me
As I wake up in today
To find our love eternal
Has, somehow, lost its way.
I see emptiness inside me
Telling me you're gone --
So, I look outside tomorrow
For strength to carry on.
And, as tomorrow fades
Into a yesterday,
I see a love, inside my heart,
That just won't fade away.
Hear my cry for mercy
as i call to you for help
as i lift my hands
toward your Most Holy Place.
Do not reject or forsake me
O God my Savior.
In the land of the living-
I have trusted in the Lord without wavering.
May integrity and uprightness
protect me because my hope is in you.
Then my head will be exalted above
the enemies who surround me.
Teach me your way O Lord
lead me in a straight path
because of my oppressors
Do not reject me or forsake me
O God my Savior.
The Lord is the Strength of His people, a fortress of
Salvation for His anointed one.
Be their Shepherd and
carry them
FOREVER.
To those who measure the depths of their power,
In the fathomless pools of tears of the oppressed;
To the human hyenas that gorge themselves full,
While the sons and the daughters of the incarcerated,
Battle with the sharp arrows of hunger and dearth;
To those who appropriate to themselves,
Mother Earth’s allotments to the destitute;
To the dragon-mouthed whose fiery flames of hatred,
Sear the reputation of the guiltless;
To the puckish tongues that uproot family trees,
Wresting the blossoming babes from Pa’s loving arms;
To you all, Satan’s scamps; I say and say again:
The wrathful wind doth gather the celestial armies;
And the saintly swords of the beleaguered,
Will chirpily chaperon your souls past the netherworld.
The future
Beyond the scope
And reach
Of mortal man,
Revealed in the sacred scriptures.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018
3/10/18
Isaiah chapter 46 verses 9-10 KJV.
Reach down to me, I plea for help
A battle goes on between my soul and my heart
I cannot pick a side, for at my option death will be there waiting to lay her bones upon my flesh
I can hear it all
Broken hopes and dreams cry horribly
Shattered promises clash like Roman spears
I hurt with great pain and anguish
Blood-shot eyes, and I see nothing my way
Is this war to prolong and forever stay
I feel I am being followed by her game
She whispers in broken phrases
Unable to understand I break in two
A curse plays hide and seek with me
I fear its going to win
What will then become of I
Am I to lay with the underworld
For the battle that dwells in me, an audience pays ears
The one whom knows it all, about suffering and dying
Fear the night
The moon shall turn to blood
The sun shall be a dwarf, its light will be no more
The battle will cease
I will loose
But again I will walk to be judged
I will rise when He calls my name
I will praise
Will I live again
Seek His heart, let Him cease your battle
Only He can make you whole
For my God is love
Amen.
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
Open onyx thoughts like a chalkboard
Ready to be written on by the Lord
Use me as rice paper to communicate
Tell me how to behave and what to say
Your Holy love guides despite my sin
Red blood is the ink for Prophet’s pen
Let His blessed words flow on page
May my heart receive it all in faith
With love linking by His stripes we’re healed
Feeling not thinking about what we feel
For He is the beginning and the end
Come even if broken and He will mend
Come if blind and He will help you see
If you’re lost in mind He will part the sea
Of confusion with kind love and peace
Making a believer of you fulfilling prophecy
Come to Him lost and you shall be found
Shaking with doubt He plants on solid ground
He is the stability we need when ship sinking
God carries us consciousness unblinking
One day, a talented lass or fellow,
a special one with face of yellow,
will find the piece of resistance,
from it's hiding refuge underground,
and with a noble army at the helm,
this MasterBuilder will thwart the kragle and save the realm,
and become the greatest, most interesting person of all times,
and it is true because it rhymes.