Best Prophesy Poems
These Hallowed halls
Frequented by myth and griffin
Whose presence Guards these priceless minds
Protecting the unwritten novels
M C Squared and ingenious thoughts
The prophesy of zero one
This gluttony of ideas thirsting on capitalisms juice
Summoning their messiahs to walk among us
The commodities of life, this treasured bible
Children the future and Capitalism dissects,
Yet Another batch of disciples
So what care I for prophets of doom
Population before climate
Religion over peace
Vanity before reason
Pride over poverty
Cap and gown before that which created me
For I live high above these ghetto streets
Yet my peace is drowned by Evening chorus
Screams from the gutter
Another tattoo and the rush of heroin
Another type of messiah
Something for the poor to believe in
Just another nickel and dime resource to me
Yet to hear this is a damnation of me
This arrogance over nature
To control that thing
That shackles our existence
That jails our thoughts
Prostitutes our freedom
And lets us die without reason
This way of life
Of poverty and desperation
Of concrete and aborted foetus
Of welfare cheques and sex for sale
Of unhappy beings behind
Unhappy doors
Protecting their own portals of betrayal
In a private subjugated hell
For Compassion has left these mortal beings
And my mind is closed, for there is no profit for me
But conscience is my jury
And nailed to this holy cross
The verdict is written
Vermin under the butterfly
For compassion was never my thing?
And Human nature can be,
A most desperate thing.
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.
Prophesy Oh Man Of God
To all it is you see
From the turning of the seasons tide
To the rising of its seas
The day the sunlight leaves the sky
As the moon drips martyr's blood
Speak of all that you have heard
Prophesy Oh Man Of God
Tell of the everlasting treasure
The hidden mystery
Of the time that's soon to come
Speak of fallen mans greatest need
Tell of the power of Jesus Christ
The life spring to the soul
Prophesy Oh Man Of God
Tell of all it is you know
Prophesy Oh Man Of God
Bring it all to light
The saving grace that's been in place
Since the dawn of time
Tell of the new beginnings
To the life that never ends
And after you have told all that
Go tell it all again
Prophesy Oh Man Of God
Unto all the wayward nations
Opening up the hearts, minds, and souls
Into the understanding
Bring about the love of God
In what you're told to say
Prophesy Oh Man Of God
Prophesy today
High and mighty leaders brag,
They own gas gold arms drugs
Whoah.. Quite a stash ' They'll
Stick or sell, when it favours them'
These are righteous dignified
Women and men, there are Kings
And dukes and earls and Queens
Presidents and oligarchs and mighty
Smoke screens there are trumpets
And tiles degrees and such, They're never
Seen to stoop to slinging muck; yet
They'll grab the power the gold and gems
It's all for the people that's their zen
They'll fly the choppers and drive flash cars
They'll bribe any judge or military Czar
Yet in their headlong rush, in their ivory towers
They loose true sight if God's true power
Don't be 'like them' if you're in God's fold?
His power and strength its really untold.'
Walk In integrity..revere Him; here I'll be bold
Never take Glory: or keep power; stay safe be told
And never ever; be led to take on the
Mantle and trapping of power and pride..
In words stay clear, how? and why?
Because
You'll regret; getting high; on God's supply.!
CHINA MILLENNIUM PROPHESY
They'll drop in from the sky one day,
come off of every sea,
so many--we will pause and say
"how many can there be?"
Their army's been conscripted from
more population boom,
and though we knew it had to come,
we'd hoped they had more room.
They're building airplanes by the score
and ships both day and night,
to fill them with the scent of war,
and multitudes of might,
and they will not be turning back
the numbers are well planned,
from out of China there's no lack
of needing much more land.
We'll throw them one more crumb or two,
and hope it meets their need,
but politicians know it's true,
it's only from our greed.
From forest steppes and from the heart
of Genghis Khan they'll come
demanding this to be the start
of their millennium.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
Be protected forever,
Continue your love to those who know you-
to the upright in heart.
Now i am old.
Always dwell in the land forever.
Man utters wisdom of his God-
in days the Lord knows their safe pasture.
Children young, He makes drink from
your River of delights.
Like the beauty of the Lord-
our hands spread out for your sake,
O LORD.
I'm a writer,
Not shipwrecked,
My letters won't be jammed in a bottle,
Tossed to the sea.
You're a reader,
Not a beach,
Why risk the surf,
When you can swim within me.
I'm a lover,
Not a leader,
My emotions swirl over,
They consummate me.
You're a spirit,
Not a vice,
Compulsion to live,
Driving every need.
I'm a soul,
Not a being,
Never there,
Forever seen.
You're a beauty,
Not a disgrace,
Out of my sight,
Is out of place.
I'm abundant in treasure,
Always there waiting,
When you seek luxury.
You're a fruit from the gods,
The thirst from your harvest,
Fulfills my prophesy.
(C)2016 PJ Bayliss
As flushed as ripe plums the fuchsia does swell
Weighted with thick sap its cloak lushly blooms
Passion’s flower sweetly grieves sad farewell
As our goodbye speaks like this summer’s plume
Our waltz in the sun like sultry guitars
Fueled fiery flames to warm us through the night
Hearts lay like cinders to mix with the stars
Embers smoldered while it squandered our light
Sweet rain does fall as tears with our parting
Shadowed skies have embraced our love’s blind fate
Lost in the glow of sad secrets guarding
Ill-fated lovers whose dance came too late
I can ere forget the lingering fire
For burning hearts bleed with lonely desire
May 6, 2021
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?They bow down when they see me,
They put their hands together when they see me, They kiss my fingers when they see me,
They look high above my shoulders when they see me, Iam a Prophet.
The people believe me,
The people look up to me, The people worship me, They want to be just like me, They want to speak just like me, Dress just like me,
Look just like me,
I am a prophet, the chosen one.
And the people say, look at him.
Did I not tell you he was strong child?
Did I not tell you he was smart child?
Did I not tell you he was the chosen one?
Do you see his wealth child?
Do you not see his character child? The manner he carries himself child?
?Do you not see his beauty child?
My child he is the chosen one.
Books will quote me,
Academics will reference me,
Books will be authored by me,
Children will be born by me,
Generations after generations will speak about me, I am the prophet.
I am the chosen one.
The fallacy of prophecy, you rise and they follow,
Even though they have no idea if you really are the chosen one,
The fallacy of prophesy, you lead and the follow,
Even though they do not know the direction your taking them,
They fallacy of prophecy, you demand and they respond.
The fallacy of prophecy, you ask and they answer
The Lord is my Light and my Salvation-
whom shall I fear.
The Lord is the stronghold of my life-
of whom shall I be afraid?
Do not drag me away with the wicked,
with those who do evil,
Be strong and take heart
see the goodness of the Lord-
Sing and make music to the Lord.
Upon them what they deserve His hands have done.
Surround me with songs of deliverance.
I will confess my transgressions to the Lord
You are my hiding place
you will protect me from trouble.
Blessed is He whose transgressions are forgiven.
Whose sins are covered.
We put our hope in you
Rejoice in the Lord and be glad,
you righteous;
sing all you who are upright in heart.
SING JOYFULLY,
to the LORD you Righteous.
Seeking Truth in the universe.
A resurgence of the soul.
Rendering the past.
A prophesy of the future
In which sexism is no longer shackled by the promotion of disparaging men.
Prophesy
by Bob Moore ©13 Jan 2022
Went shopping this morning
‘cause you never know
with Covid around
when you can finally go
The shelves may be empty
there’s nothing to buy
no bread and no milk
no frozen meat pie
The news had all told us
this would happen you know
so everyone panicked
and to the shops they did go
Self-fulfilling prophesy
caused by the news
came true in an instant
as panic ensued
Now they say “we were right”
and “we told you so”
we said this would happen
to the shops you did go
Bought stuff you did not need
but “just in case”
now it sits in your cupboard
just taking up space.
by Bob Moore ©2022
Beneath stars twinkling
Sophia and Christ flew down
In the form of birds
In the form of large vultures
Vultures filled with grace
Vultures from the Great Mountains
The Mountains of Snow
They both perched on an ash tree
Whose roots go deep down
To Hades, the home of worms
Whose trunk goes high up
To the Kingdom of Heaven
They watched the white lambs
Twinkling with heavenly spears
Glittering with shields
Shining in holy armour
Gleaming with their swords
Ready to defend their home
Their faithful castle
Against the wolves of Saklas
However old fate
That serpent trapped in hunger
Wanted to slaughter
Every lamb looking upwards
Every faithful lamb
To snuff out their shining light
The light of the world
The two vultures from heaven
Knew this coming fate
And so, they sang in secret
“The home is the spear
The castle is the army
The home is the shield
The castle is the armour
The home is the sword
This small star of holy faith
Will soon disappear
When the red fire rises
From the dying earth
But after a day of toil
You will reunite
As a palace of starlight
And the lambs shall watch
As shining angels at peace
As twinkling stars of the night”
yes waiting for the end to come,
the lord of hosts returns for some,
fulfil the prophesy, its about,
return he will there is no doubt,
Apocalypse thou ...
Don
re : "Dawn" Debbie Duncan
She placed the small embellished table
Beside the open window igniting its red glow
As the natural light poured through
Spurring witness with exquisite detail
That begged for hands to caress and touch
Its spiritually ornate expression and artful fate
For It Was
Crafted by the peasant master's hands
In the spirit of the Berbers nomadic karma
The unforgiving wood was promised by prophesy
Taken from the Thuya Tree in ancient Agidar
On the shores of Socotra in the Erythrean Sea
East of Somalia and south of Yemen
To Become the Consecration
Its facade reflected in carved mandalas
Of symmetrical symbols of absolute portrayel
Inlaid with bone spirits unearthed from the desert
And the prized gold of ancient mariners
Left behind in their exit from this unwelcome land
Found and exhumed by thieves and tribal warriors
Taken to the Alter of Prayer
Religiously enacted and crafted by the Shaman master
Revealing the story of his people's search for eternal peace
Where these hard skinned tribes of the arid land
Were the mystic travelers and nomads
Living for the consecration of their souls
To pass into the eternal bonds of heaven
Given to God
Stained with the spirit of crimson marrow
From the communal blood sap of the Dragonblood Tree
Its fire came alive and glowed with this holy passion
As the inheritance of this light of ages passed one to the other
Bequeathed without royalty and foretold to bear its keeper
The keys to the kingdom
May 20, 2020