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***This poem is to all of my fellow soupers who have
kindly and generously read my poems, and lifted me up
with your kind words and opportunities....you are all
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Tears of joy do linger
In the corner of my eye
The support that's offered here
Makes me want to cry
To all my newfound friends
on this godsent poetry site
Thank you all so much
You truly are my light
I was deep down in the dark
Seeking proffessional help
Then I came accross the soup
And you all read what I felt
Some Comments on My poems
Lifted my spirits way up high
I don't even "know" you guys
But still your always nigh
I dont need a therapist
To listen to my grief
God showed me this place
where I would find the most relief
I had to let you all know
My faith has been restored
It's a real tough year
But now I can thank and praise the Lord
He brought me here to you
From the pits where I was consumed
He knew you all would listen
And help me through this doom
It may not be much
But this is coming from my heart
Soupers, you saved a life
From you all i'll never part!!!
-Miranda Lambert-
He has purified my soul,
Releasing me into the light,
Saving me from myself destruction,
I now soar without fear in the night,
I sing with the mocking bird,
I can hear the bees bussing in the air,
Smell a scarlet rose bloom,
And drink the oceans water without care,
I sense his presence beside me,
And feel the touch of his hand,
My legs are no longer weary,
With is power I can now stand,
Tears now fall out of joy,
I await my beautiful peaceful dreams,
And once blinded my darkness,
He has gave me light for me to see
Form:
I killed the man that done me wrong
And watched until his life was gone
With my heart I cast a spell
I wished his soul descend to hell
My revenge it was complete
As his life’s blood washed the street
I thought my demons laid to rest
But something burned in my breast
In broken sleep a vision came
Of open hole with melting flame
A black clad figure called me near
I obeyed though cold with fear
‘Come and see your enemy pay’
The voice compelled I did obey
There in molten rock and fire
Tortured souls could not expire
The tongues of flame licked their flesh
As past misdeeds they did enmesh
My screaming victim I then did see
But his tortured screams came from me
And when his features I did trace
It was my own that I did face
This woeful being with evil leer
Caught my hand and pulled me near
‘Welcome to hell’ his voice did crack
As the Devil gave a fearsome laugh
I felt the heat upon my skin
As to the fire I was drawn in
‘No escape’ I heard the voice
‘For ever burn let us rejoice’
Form:
“SHAME ON YOU
HERETIC
THIS BLASPHEMY YOU CONSPIRE
MAKES ME SICK
YOU PLAY WITH THE DEVIL
AND DO NOT TELL ME YOU DO NO SUCH THING
YOU SUMMON DEMONIC SPIRITS FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL
YOU SIN WHEN YOU DANCE TO THE WICKED SONGS YOU SING
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU BREW?
WHAT CURSES HAVE YOU CAST UPON THIS TOWN?
FORFEIT THE LIES
OR YOU ARE SOON TO BE BURIED IN THE GROUND…”
“YOU HAVE PARTAKEN IN WITCHCRAFT
WE ALL KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE
YOU HAVE DEFACED THE CHURCH WITH YOUR HERESY
AND WE HAVE HAD QUITE ENOUGH OF YOU
YOUR SACRILEGE WILL PULL THE WRATH OF GOD PERFECTLY ATOP YOUR HEAD
BUT YOU SENSE NO FEELING SINCE YOUR SOUL IS BLACKENED AND DEAD
NOW SHALL SHE BE BURNED AT THE STAKE
OR HUNG BY A THREAD?. …”
“YOU’VE HEARD WHAT THE COUNCIL HAS SAID,
GENTLEMEN LEAD HER TO THE GALLOWS
WHERE SHE SHALL MEET HER END…”
“FELLOW CITIZENS OF SALEM
WELCOME TO THE HANGING OF THIS PROFANE CREATURE
WE SHALL BEGIN THIS CEREMONY
WITH A FEW WORDS FROM OUR PREACHER,
(“GOD WILL BRING THE HAMMER DOWN ON THIS HERE WITCH
THEN WE CAN PUT HER WHERE SHE BELONGS… IN THIS SIX FOOT DITCH”)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FATHER
NOW, PEOPLE HALT YOUR CHEERS
I THINK OUR DEVIL LOVER
IS EXPRESSING HER FEARS
LET’S SEE IF WE CANNOT DRY HER ‘INNOCENT’ TEARS…”
“WITH THIS NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK
HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND?
CONFESS TO ME YOUR HERESY, YOUR WITCHCRAFT
AND YOU WILL BE RELEASED FROM YOUR BIND
NOTHING? …”
“I PITY YOUR SOUL
LET THE WITCH BE HANGED!”
I kneel myself before the mightiest of all kings
No man could ever boast or proclaim any works that are up to your level
You rise above all others who try to become gods
Realizing the foolishness in these conquest only makes me bow my head
For I know that you and only you are the one true king
No other (insert noun) could do what you have did for me
Sending your son for the price of my life and eternity
I will forever praise you, and give honor unto your name
My king, Let me have the privilege to worship you
Although, I am not worthy I know you adore all that you create
Some may say I’m a mistake, but I know the true revelation
You are my maker and my maker is perfection.
Glory be to God in the Highest, Praise be to Jesus, and the Holy Spirit for guidance
Amen
Dream weaver
The creator of fantasies
Places unknown
Way beyond the seas
Dream weaver
Enter into my mind
Take me on a voyage
To places I cannot find
Bring peace to me
As I sleep tonight
Invade this darkness
With your eternal light
Set me free
From these chains that bind me here
Release me from this pain
And take away all my fear
I beacon you
And again you come
Stay with me tonight
Let these dreams you weave
Deliver me to the sun
The End
By Greg P
Sometimes it causes me to tremble
When I remember that country preacher
Telling the story of Jesus
Being crucified when I was little
I felt bad that He did nothing wrong.
And in college,
I learned this song
A ***** Spiritual
Were you there?
When singing this song
It caused my voice teachers’
Body to tremble
As the vibrato spinned
As the words sprang out
About the story once heard
Of how my savior died,
And how he on was lied.
And now that I’m older
And I’ve gained knowledge
And now grown
And I’m on my own
With no one but the
Lord to depend on
The story means more to me
Than when I was that little girl
Without a care in the world
When that country preacher
Told it about how the nails
Pierced him far from gently
How the crown of thorns
Was crushed blood vessels
In his head.
How he knew he had
To face the sinful world
Just like how I know
I have to face it because
God is calling me
To assist in ministry
I want to be more like Jesus
Everyday and in every way.
It deeply convicts me
To see on movies
And to visualize in my mind
What He did at Calvary
That day at any given time
It causes me to tremble
And tears to fall.
I know in my heart
I have no other choice
Than to accept His call
And give my all and all
To gain victory for His people
Because He died for it
Already.
It doesn’t matter
If you were there when he died
He just wants you
To know that He did
And all you have to do
Is come to Him like a little kid
And he will do the rest
This is what He does best.
I hope that it causes you to tremble
Whether or not we resemble
Each other in Him we are all
Sisters and brothers
Were you there, then?
It doesn’t matter
Be here now
He died and rose on the third day
For those who were then
And now trembling in sin.
wrote 7-14-10
Knowledge of the universe, knowledge of good and evil
What is at the end of infinity? OK, infinity came in tenth grade....
Hell fire and brimstone scorches eternally for the decievers,
nonbelievers and antichrists.
Second grade: the year I fell from grace. I found out Santa wasn't REAL....
Just gifts from my parents and yes there was a limit to the dollars they could spend.
Life was never the same. Always had to settle for what was available. I learned alot
of lessons that way; some valuable like save a few bucks for a dry spell.
The money well might go dry one day. The roof might collapse or some other calamity can
occur along the way. Funerals cost at least ten thousand dollars and death and taxes are the
only certainties these days. Maybe I've gotten off the subject a little....
Second grade....knowledge or some would say it is anti-knowledge based but when you lose
Santa in a few seconds.... I knew there was a mightly force, higher power out there watching
over me and protecting me. Yes, I was baptized in a country church; a real believer, born again
spirit filled christian saved by the blood of Jesus Christ and would never ever be truly alone
again! My second grade knowledge brought me through life and alot of hard knocks.
In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul
Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
“ If YOU do not know MY “SON” : YOU do not Know “ ME “
“Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege of “ LOVING BARBARA “
‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “ as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
“ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
“ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” : YOU do not LOVE “ ME “
Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool of lost Emotions
Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of in a nightmare of Forever
Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
“If you do not seek MY “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “
I was never a follower anyway
a big fan of the matrix; my heads loose
like a few screws you know
Suggest right I go left.
The first I ever witnessed man evolving
into something else
I would tell you what but I can't pronounce
the word.
Theres a machine lodged in the moon
on the other half whispers of atlantis
exscape the through sound waves
They blamed it all on mental illness
truthfully maybe it is, or maybe they
were just grinning for nothing the day
it arrived.
They call them screaming folks on the corner
some of us call them crazy depending on the color
their blasting prophets off their sqaure in the new
millinium, as for me I'm still searching
screaming out in the night like a mother-less animal
trying not to become prey to no man
keeping the scriptures close to my heart
like they will the sword as soon as some claims
he will return; like a thief in the night
Hope I won't be stealing that night
out of the front door hands filled with valuables
not ever knowing the owners will never return
Sorry for getting religous on you, acting out what
they want me to be
The reasons for all the mind f---ing ya dig
and all the incouraged words of suicide
Life is wonderful and free
Dude I got hooked on the episodes of schizafrania like
a television now I need it to live like a hit from the pipe
NO, NO I'm drug free never was for peer pressure
I use to watch my favorite aunts suck up the gothic lines
and leave and mentally able to push away in the ladder years
Their playing politics with our Christ
placing him at the door of prascastination
meaning; no one wants the truth of his coming
to much money involved, to much sin un-resolved
and everyone could be the prophecy but you
Your just always the victim.
God, are you there?
Are you there to hear what I am saying?
My heart is falling apart with my mind doing the slaying.
When I call to you I do not hear your reply.
Is there something blocking the reception in the spiritual sky?
My thoughts run random I need some control.
God, please rescue me, help me up out of this hole.
I know what I want to happen in the future.
Now I am willing to let you paint that picture.
I hope she is somewhere in your art for me.
But your will be done for your glory.
The present seems so dark and unbearable.
With your guidance and strength I find myself useful.
Pull down my blinders that block what I can’t see.
Help me focus on the gifts you set for me.
God, are you there?
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth... Ecclesiastes 12:1 KJV
Once, there was an artist, who would paint the Savior’s face,
Portraying His great splendor and benevolent grace.
The artist found a model with facial features fair,
And touched his brush to canvass, painting the Lord with care.
His eyes with compassion and his face with love,
Glowed with radiance, lighted from above.
Then for years, the artist was applauded for his art,
And he thought how love binds together, but sin pulls apart.
He’d paint a second portrait, to also share the wall,
Contrasting our need for Jesus, without whom we fall.
Searching in back alleys, and barrooms on skid row,
He finally found a vagrant, the lowest of the low,
With eyes like road maps of red jagged lines,
And a face laced with etchings, seamed with tracks of time.
He would pose for the artist, so they agreed upon a fee,
Enough for a bottle, and another drinking spree.
But when he saw the Savior, framed there on the wall,
He fell upon his knees, and began to bawl.
With his shoulders shaking, his eyes showing pain,
He said, amidst his sobbing, “I have lived so vain.
“When I saw Christ’s portrait, all at once I felt faint.”
“Come on!” said the artist, “Stop sobbing so I can paint.”
“I can’t pose for you, Mister! It just wouldn’t be right.
For I carry a secret that haunts me day and night.”
“Forget it,” said the artist, “and stand up like a man,
Let’s get on with this painting, and do what we began.”
“No,” replied the vagrant, “But I must tell you the truth,
It was me who posed for Christ’s picture, when I was but a youth!”
“Wait a minute,” said the artist, “this cannot be.
That man portrayed innocence, health, and purity.”
“Yes,” replied the vagrant, “but that was way back then.
Later I lived a loathsome life, full of wretched sin.
“I made bad decisions, and now I clearly see.
Satan promised happiness, but he lied to me.
Here I stand unworthy, with tears upon my face,
While in the Savior’s eyes I see amazing grace.”
Live your life I such a way that Jesus can be seen in you.
CLEANING HOUSE
Look into my heart, Oh Lord,
See who I truly am,
For You alone can know it,
Can truly understand.
Be a lamp unto my feet,
A sword to thwart my foe,
Light the corners of my mind,
Where fear and hate can grow.
Enter my mind and lock it`s door,
To hate and lust and pride,
Arm me with Your mighty Word,
And be my faithful guide.
Show me where my true faults lie,
And help me make it right,
That I may come before Your throne,
Acceptable in Your sight.
Judy Ball
Why was I ever blessed by you?
You came to my life and you've been my rescue
Why did you love me when I couldn't love myself?
You died for me and saved me from hell
Why did you stand up for me when no one else would dare?
You really love me, and to this I will share
Why actually listen to me, when I ignored you in the past?
I know now your love is never ending-always it will last
Why help me, when others need it more?
I guess it's really true that I can open all doors
Why put up with all the burdens that I bring?
I kneel to you Jesus and it's your praises I will sing
Thank you Heavenly Father for giving me this life
And for sending your son so I could live in paradise
LORD, I am your clay; do with me as you please.
Mold me into the sculpture you see fit for me to be.
I pray that you take these undefined edges, and make them smooth.
Lord I long to be made in the image of you.
Take this empty vessel and mark it with a call
One of your elect, yet not without flaws.
Through my faults you are made perfect
For, you are King of kings, creator of all
I am you clay take me in your hands
Create me bold Lord, with the ability to stand
Create me with the strength to weather all storms
Create me with your grace, stature and form.
Create me with a pure spirit, clean heart and willing mind.
Able to prevail in adversities,
persevere in trying times.
I am your clay do with me as you please.
Let your divine light shine brightly through me.
Lord you are the potter and I am your clay.
Yours to behold,
Do with me as you may.
By Chiquita (Chiamaka)Baity