Best Prophesies Poems
If 2012 prophesies prove true
And Earth’s life cycles again renew
Mysteries of man will be more than a few
Challenges may await future life forms
With intellects far surpassing our norm
Created to live without doing harm
For if they decipher man’s history
What will they make of our great mystery
The one we refer to as bigotry
Black labs, gold retrievers live side by side
Wild stallions and mustangs on prairies ride
Both red ants and black, free to colonize
Man’s refusal to accept differences
To wiser beings may make no sense
What in man’s makeup can give it credence?
Earth’s subsequent creatures may reproduce
Not needing two sexes to call a truce
So mating rituals may be pursued
A single-sex species might not comprehend
Why women workers were paid less than men
And why “free speech” was not just a given
Questions would most certainly arise
How a believer in God denies
Rights to free worship without compromise
And how could so many wars be waged
Evoking God’s name in death-march crusades
With killing, torturing in every age
Indeed such mysteries in man’s history
Would leave a perplexing legacy
Sure to confound any new species
New cultures may thrive on diversity
Of religion and genealogy
And speak of our inferiority
Note: This is dedicated to Christopher Higgins whose poems about prejudice inspire readers
to do more than just think about one of the greatest ills in our society.
Should doomsday prophesies prove true
and our planet’s life cycles renew
mysteries of “people” will be more than a few
Provocative questions may await future life forms
blessed with intellects surpassing our norm --
creatures who live without doing harm
If they decipher man’s history
what will they think of our great mystery --
the one we refer to as bigotry
Black labs, gold retrievers sleep side by side
wild stallions and mustangs on prairies ride
both red ants and black, free to colonize
More-evolved species might not comprehend
how women workers were paid less than men
and why “free speech” was not just a given
Questions would most certainly arise
how any believer in God denies
the right to free worship without compromise
Indeed such mysteries in man’s history
would leave a perplexing legacy
sure to confound any new specie
New beings may thrive on diversity
of religion and genealogy
and speak of our inferiority
As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.
As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history was packed in roots,
armed with psalms in measured cadences,
the Orator soothed kings and chiefs.
As words of our ancestors oiled and pampered
by prophesies of aging oracles, songs of lovers
and monotonous chants of old men...slithered
into hiding while physical wars waged, succinctly
the Orator proclaimed the heroic pursuits of warriors.
As words, precision in recitation of kinship ties
craftily sewn by political machinations of unions
vital for survival of race waltzing in purity of blue
when blood flowed thru veins of aging rocks as
the Orator cemented pacts chanting tribal honorifics.
As words, imageries of sky bursting, moon phasing sunsets pertaining to legends of my village heroes,
sweet nectars that put rhythm in his art of tongues
inspired by fruits from my garden, mine own words
the Orator in action, was he infringing my copyright?
As words, our heritage orally passed down in poetry,
set imageries prohibiting meddling with sources,
set quotations where time absolved breaches of patent,
plagiarism, for traditions dictated that the word be
secured in a cocoon of oratory ferried down the ages
by the dynamics of cultural rites and rituals.
the Orator, blessed not only as the spiritual Vessel
...but now deemed as the Spoken Word incarnate.
Come December 21, two thousand and twelve
On the winter solstice, mankind may burn in hell
As man's Creator, I've sent multiple warnings
Nostradamus, the Mayans, Hopi Indians
All believed there was still time to reverse this course
But My warnings have ceased, even My voice grows hoarse
Dear Father, my sacred heart is of course willing
Though mind be the enmity of Christ's blood spilling
My center most being, with Your spirit's all seeing
The sacrifice of Your son saves souls of all beings
Father, though slay my flesh, Thou hast immortal stash
For Thou has the Adamantine, the adamant cash
This is not the response I expected from you
My warnings so long unheeded have made me blue
You are my children and I vow to save your souls
But to save your flesh, you will have to meet these goals
Let the evil wars end, allow nature to thrive
Cast aside all notions of greed to stay alive
I shall heed with God speed to sow the righteous seed
My love will manifest, for 'tis my soul's main heed
I shall present my flesh body as this soul's alarm
I shall not conform, from this world I shall transform
Holy acceptably my receptacle sin free
By my renewed mind transformed by Christ's mind shall be
I will spare your flesh if your words prove to be true
In turn, dire prophesies I promise to undo
Encouraged am I to hear you express remorse
It was never My wish to take action so coarse
To save body and soul, I sacrificed my Son
It has been My wish that all men will live as one
Forgive Father, so shall I speak just this once more
As Thou has given thus this world for to explore
‘Twas a parasite seed from derivative mind's greed
Brought forth by chance, a wild branch, doeth Thou not concede
Purgeth my wild branch of chance, ‘tis your right to do
That I might pursue Your true vine, my love be true
Son of God
Lord
You are:
Oracle of peace
wise counselor
source within the living waters
That breathes life
into insightful predictions
of our future holdings
Son of Mary
With grace and mercy
one regal descendent of David
A sacrificial birth born
under the shadow of the cross
the Son of the most high
An eternal ruling Monarch
whose loving touch precludes no man
behold our King has come
Immortal spirit of divinity’s
Fulfilling the prophesies
divinely anointing our Prince of Peace
Truth held under Christian virtues
through the portal our great Father
forever speaks within, Amen
unrhymed tercets
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
Son of God
Lord
You are:
Oracle of peace
wise counselor
source within the living waters
That breathes life
into insightful predictions
of our future holdings
Son of Mary
With grace and mercy
one regal descendent of David
A sacrificial birth born
under the shadow of the cross
the Son of the most high
An eternal ruling Monarch
whose loving touch precludes no man
behold our King has come
Immortal spirit of divinity’s
Fulfilling the prophesies
divinely anointing our Prince of Peace
Truth held under Christian virtues
through the portal our great Father
forever speaks within, Amen
unrhymed tercets
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
Stars form patterns to Ancient's Zodiac.
Creatures emerge, especially the snake.
Mayan watchers see the serpent go back,
Back into the earth at Equinox break.
What portends, only prophesies can make.
Past the temple is Astronomer's dome.
There prophets see futures where the stars roam.
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Verse 1
She shares a piece...of meager bread,
with her three children, at her side
She stares in disbelief, and dread,
with no future, coming into sight
She prays she'll see...another day,
and, find the will, to keep up the fight
She knows so many...of the dead,
hapless victims, of a genocide
Bridge
Can you believe...relief will come
and wash away all of the pain?
Just like darkened clouds that satisfy,
the, thirsty ground, with the rain
Chorus
So, can you see, all that I can see,
fulfillment of the prophesies...
Build your faith by your diligence
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Verse 2
He sells his wares, in the marketplace...
helping his family, to survive
His two sons, help him find the way,
they all thank God, just to be alive
With beads of sweat, dripping down his face
he, detonates, letting out a cry
The fighter, somehow, is quickly replaced,
by the ideology of suicide
Bridge
Can you believe...relief will come
and wash away all of the pain?
Just like darkened clouds that satisfy,
the thirsty ground, with the rain
Chorus
So, can you see, all that I can see,
fulfillment of the prophesies...
Build your faith by your diligence
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Vs 3
It's just another day at Columbine
but still, many people, remember
School shouldn't be something, to survive
like, April twenty, and fourteenth, of December
No place is safe... even for adults,
like, dancing on a summers eve, in June
The night Orlando... lost it's pulse,
with, 49 souls gone too soon
Bridge
Can you believe...relief will come
and wash away all of the pain?
Just like darkened clouds that satisfy,
the thirsty ground, with the rain
Chorus
So, can you see, all that I can see,
fulfillment of the prophesies...
Build your faith by your diligence
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
repeat
* Friday December 14, 2012 Sandy Hook massacre
*April 20, 1999 Columbine massacre
*June 12, 2016 Pulse night club shooting
John Derek Hamilton
May 5,2018
I am aware of the dangers of being judgmental
When it comes to the so-called celebrity “faith leaders”
However, calling them out, in my opinion, is elemental.
I cannot understand how they can bathe themselves in luxury
Talking about the lowly Jesus and his teachings
At the same time, milking those living in abject poverty.
While most of the world’s population are hungry and cold
These perfect examples of hypocrisy and opulent greed
With novel political connections become increasingly bold.
Television evangelists have access to the homes of the masses
Selling listeners worthless, blessed doodads and trinkets
Under the laws for religious exemption, avoid paying taxes.
Astonishing statistics revealing some of their astonishing worth
Make me question whether some of these “preachers”
Would consent to their own life-changing regenerative rebirth.
Their finances come from those least able to contribute
Whose hard-earned money winds up in their deep pockets
But this, you can be certain, they will hasten to dispute.
One of these evangelists is said to be worth over $40 million
Travels in his own airplane, preaches a prosperity gospel
His palatial home (he owns two!) is worth over $10.5 million.
The richest “man of God” I will not name--might get sued,
But, it is said he is worth over $300 million dollars,
Flies in his three private jet planes, sometimes comes unglued.
Beware, beware the nefarious dealings of these rich hypocrites
Whose nebulous prophesies over time have never come true
They will surely be held accountable for their media-age blitz.
Written March 27, 2021
Prophesies by seers may be derided and prophets may be lampooned. But time may prove them right" By Poet.
There was none to listen to him.
His words were like:
-A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks.
-The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night.
-The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry.
-The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners.
His words sounded meaningless,
to a world that spoke a different tongue.
With no receptacle, his words like heated waters
evanesced into vapour and billowed upwards,
like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds.
One day it rained down,
quite unexpected…….
with thunder and lightning!
The Cradle And the Cross
” 20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21 She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” Matt 1:20-21 NIV
The cradle of Christmas
Has no meaning without the Cross.
The babe we celebrate at Christmas
Was born to win us back from loss.
Part heavenly yet part human,
This gracious Christmas gift,
Was given to save mankind;
Redeem the God-mankind rift.
The Cradle and the Cross
Show us God’s great love;
Reveal his glorious power
And his life over death from above.
They give us great hope for a future—
A hope that cannot die.
When we acknowledge the Cradle and the Cross;
Upon Christ’s life and spilt blood we rely.
From Christmas to Easter
We’re reminded of the Cradle and the Cross;
The sacrificial life of God’s Son,
That his own people sought to toss.
The Cradle and the Cross
Were prophesies of old.
God’s child was born unnoticed by most,
Yet worshipped with incense, myrrh and gold.
The Cradle and the Cross
Bring forth glorious hope;
Show us that there’s nothing
Beyond God’s power and scope.
They give us reason for joy
And peace in our hearts to reign.
May the goodwill of Christmas
Be with all on earth to proclaim!
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
From my Christmas Edition of Poetry to Touch Your Heart & Soul
[Christmas Edition]
Isaac Asimov wrote of scenarios unimaginable
Robot companions and industry-wide takeovers
His 1940 classic, "I Robot," is now quite actionable
If anything, a bit outdated, ripe for a make-over
In the 1950's we marveled at the audacity
A woman totally oblivious, a 'seashell in her ear'
Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451" fantasy
Today is surely audible, easy to hear
We couldn't believe his notion of 'entertainment walls'
Now we mount flat screens in living rooms and on stores in the mall
No way, we felt, that real-life 'firemen' would ever burn printed books
~ Yet those very kind of books are now being replaced by digital looks
Yesterday's science fiction is flat-out routine today
Pay attention to new prophesies ~ they're already well on their way
Genetics and freaky things.
Reptilians and hybrid humans’ DNA.
A demonic blending of the past and the future present.
I say “future present” because it is here now and it is here to stay.
Forever.
Forever until Armageddon when the LORD’S ARMY kicks satan’s ugly minons to the pits of hell.
Critics.
Skeptics.
They scan over all of the prophesies.
Name calling and counter bidding.
They say it’s all a big hoax.
“You’re just a bunch of conspiracy theorists,” they argue.
A word made up for their own excuses at the end of time.
A label created ahead of time to placate the masses while they lure us to drink their lemonade.
Welcome to their little paradise of freak shows.
Freak shows and masquerades and sipping on the blood of innocence.
There is no end in sight in their blood-thirsty brains.
They sip on their expensive champagne while the poverty gap broadens more than the Aegean Sea.
John wrote of this at Patmos.
He saw the dragon and he saw the beasts.
This is the situation that we are finding ourselves in at this late hour.
The COMING OF THE KING!
Repent and Prepare for the Messiah, Jesus Christ!
Live holy in order to escape all of these demonic freak shows to ensnare our souls and drag us to hell with them.
Reptilians.
Reptilians mixed with human DNA.
The Second Coming of Jesus Christ!
Faith my professor
once said
is like a train
driven on rails
of written truths.
The truth, I ask..
you have lectured
on wars and famines
the Jewish holocaust
and Old Testament prophesies.
The professor and pastor
smiled and stated
everything will be fulfilled
when the Christ returns
a truth mentioned in the Gospels.
I asked kindly
is faith a leap
like off the Grand Canyon?
he reached out and handed me
a schedule of Bible classes.
Faith is a lifelong commute
plenty of time to change
the television station
relive the past
consider the future.
A beautiful Hispanic girl
gave me a Bible
wrapped in plastic
just before that
an old woman
driving a Lincoln
rolled over a flowerbed
good people around
all frowned
with insults
only to be consoled by the pastor..
Something stirring, twisting, darkening in my mind
I wake to see myself through the faded windows of time
Still in this place of cold metal and stone
For too long now it seems that’s all I have ever known
So now I lie down and wait for tomorrow’s next big fight
Knowing in my heart an end to an Almost Endless Night
Crowded, Shrouded faces everywhere
Eyes growing cold from nothing left to share
Shackled down by the weight of their own enormity
Without Grace from the one their souls twist to deformity
But to those that believe a new dawn springs light
And an endowment of strength to challenge this Almost Endless Night
For a life unbecoming a man such as me.
A family awaits him patiently to see what he will be.
No longer wishing the road that desire brought him down.
Wants of the flesh give way to Gods, a harder road is found
A multitude of apologies never uttered to this plight
And never again shall I go down into this almost endless night
Exiting, vexing my mind screams freedom
In my minds eye I see the banner of Gods kingdom
Knowing that now all the prophesies ring true
Of freeing all the captives, the door I go through
Will take me now from this lands painful blight
And enter me now into the Sun of his never ending light.