Best Saviour Poems
No one understands the reason for living,
many prefer to receive without giving.
In a world full of selfish behaviour,
solitude has become my silent saviour.
Instruments are repressed without musicians,
as some kill the music before auditions.
My harp cares not for words about tradition,
ignores fake applause for romantic fiction.
Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame,
mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game.
People point fingers to those without a name,
what will they do when there's no one left to blame?
I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet,
I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret.
Silent Sonnet
Silent One
24 August 2019
Awesomely white, amazingly glorious
Bible Revelation Horse* --- victorious…
Carrying CHRIST from heaven celestial
Driven for tasks, divinely essential…
Enthusiastic, daring, energetic
Fulfilling well roles that are prophetic…
Governed by truth and wisdom of Scriptures
Hoisting faith along God’s kingdom ventures…
Instructed upon righteousness' great stride
Jumping over trials midst holy pride…
Kingly Saviour’s Horse bearing gracious light
Leading fellow stallions with goodness flight…
Mounting against evil for love to reign
Never neglecting duty of peace gain…
Optimizing strength as the Lord’s War Horse
Powerfully propelled by triumph force…
Quick to respond toward blest reaching-out
Readily hurdling tests of hardships- bout…
Steadfast and stable to smite sin downfall
Trotting above frustration neigh and call…
Upheld to ascend via kindness’ speed
Vanquishing hate by Master’s loving deed…
Winning favor of supreme Commander
X-ing out loss, praising Servant Leader…
Yielded to Creator Almighty
Zealous joyful Horse toward eternity.
*Revelation 19:11 And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
October 8, 2021
(Abecedarian in couplet form)
3rd place, "A Notable Horse" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 10/14/2021.
My life’s worthless without You, my Saviour*
my soul’s great fortress
from sin-woes’ distress...
You made a grand change in my behaviour
with Your divine might
showing me Your light.
Yes, You left Your glory just to seek me out
Leading me toward heaven without doubt...
You’re my being’s essence.
Pride prevails over me without Your grace
thus, I trust Your heart
midst unbelief’s dart...
I constantly need Your goodness’ embrace
warming me with joy
against guilt’s ploy...
You deserve my praises with full earnestness
To You I submit, trusting Your faithfulness...
You’re my being’s essence.
My world revolves around You – forever…
You hold my future
Of faith’s adventure...
Even final death can never sever
our relationship
of sweet fellowship.
May You find me pleasing You with my utmost
While serving You thru others at any cost.
You’re my being’s essence.
*Luke 1:47 And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
Today, I thank You, dear God for Your love, sending to me Your Son Jesus Christ to be my Saviour. Thank You, dear Jesus, for dying on the cross, being buried, and rising again to save me from hell, granting me eternal life. I trust You. I put my faith in You while I repent of my sins. Thank You, Holy Spirit for enlightening me that only Jesus Christ can save me, and satisfy my soul. Amen.
May 18, 2018
POTD, May 19, 2018
5th place, Qarinage - Any Topic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden; judged on 6/10/2018.
2nd place, "Poem of the day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/25/2019.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World Paperback – January 1, 2022 by Inc. Arczis Web Technologies (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
The Real Christmas
From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap.
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.
Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.
A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.
Oh Sweet Saviour Son of Man
Son of God above
He sent you here to banish fear
And fill this world with love
You came to teach us how to live
And be the best we can
You came to teach us not to judge
Or condemn our fellow man
You came to bring redemption
To redeem us for our sin
And if we will be born again
Our new life can begin
Though you were only thirty
When your ministry began
They could tell you had more wisdom
Than any other man
You gathered twelve disciples
And many others too
They followed you and loved you
And walked the way with you
You healed the sick you cured the lame
You even raised the dead
You fed five thousand men and more
With two small fishes and some bread
I wish I could have been there
At your miraculous birth
I wish I could have walked with you
When you walked this earth
I wish I could have heard you preach
On the mountain side
I would have treasured every word
And kept them here inside
I wish I could have been there
To stand beneath the cross
To witness your great sacrifice
And to mourn your loss
I know what sacrifice you made
From sin to set us free
You died to save Gods Children
And yes you died for me
Those who wait upon the Lord
Shall not go empty handed
Those who stay in the Lord
Will not go astray
Those who pray with the Lord
Will with his holy angels be
Those who love the Lord
Will his godly children be.
For the repentant sinner he waits
On the door post sighing, crying
Waiting for his lost children to return
A new relationship with him to begin
Creation where have you reached he says
You have all turned into self absorbed narcissists.
With your endless selfies and messages
Going round and round the world in whats app.
God in eternity past decided to save
a people of His own blessed choice
in His son, Jesus Christ came on earth
for the purpose of God the father to rejoice
Jesus came to be our living saviour
taking all our sins on Calvary's cross
there He paid for our full salvation
shedding His blood was His true cost
Consider all that Jesus has done
paying in full the perfect sacrifice for sin
He took it all showing perfect love
there on the tree our redemption to win
Jesus deserves all the praise and glory
that we can give to our blessed saviour
being our substitute dying in our place
showing all of His unmerited grace
On the cross, Jesus showed a special love
reserved for His very own dear elect
this requires a real spirit of thankfulness
for He alone is God in all that's perfect
(I have written this poem to give glory and praise to our Beloved Saviour for all his mercy and grace.)
Darkness has enveloped the earth
Men stagger like drunkards and lean on each other
For they have rejected the Light and accepted the Philosophy of the World
But the Righteous are sheltered under His Wings
He guides them by their heart and they have nothing to fear
For their Salvation is at hand.
He is ever watching over me
Every thought he knows before I can do the deed
He corrects, holds me, calls me out
Before its too late or before I can fall.
Oh I love this God of mine
Call out to Him when there is still time.
Contentment conveys such calmness
bringing peace to many a troubled soul
but real true contentment is divine
hold it tight make sure it's not stole
My experience throughout my life
that deep contentment is God given
His version is truly really satisfying
for it's free positively gospel driven
The centre focus of this contentment
is Jesus Christ Himself God's own son
the one who saved me from death
paid the ultimate sacrifice for sin is done
This Christ comes to live within
bringing peace mercy and grace
such power there is working within
transforms the inner self to heaven's face
My saviour is my life and song
keeping me calm at peace and strong
contented am I in Christ so great
walking hand in hand to heaven's gate
I love* You, my Saviour God above all - and such is by Your grace
While I esteem You, giving You my sincere praise
Trusting You in running along life’s race
As my heart You keep within Your compassion’s embrace.
I love You, my Saviour Teacher, with Your truth I cherish
As my faith stands midst philosophies that easily perish
Upheld by Your wisdom mere opinions can’t tarnish
In Your principles You verily furnish.
I love You, my Saviour Redeemer; staying in Your will makes me a winner
For that’s the best choice I have as a saved sinner
I’ll abide in You, by Your mercy, quitting never
Blooming where You planted me in Your grace and power.
I love You, my Saviour Leader; esteeming You is my glad adoration
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As I walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While within Your fellowship I bring my petition.
I love You, my Saviour Guide; so following You is my commitment
Obeying Your commands gives me sense of fulfillment
Reaching Your standards sets my heavenly attainment
Pleasing You thru my stewardship’s assignment.
I love You, my Saviour Upholder; serving You with joy is to me so exciting
While depending fully on Your might that’s uplifting
I strive to be Your steward humble for Your instructing
Laboring for You is a great privilege I’m appreciating.
*Psalm 116:1 I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications.
April 10, 2018
8th place, "For Love's Sake" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 1/29/2023.
12th place, "SCREWED" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack; judged on 5/10/2018.
Slip, my soul, as sunset into the sea ---
settled to stay serenely shining
shaded by the Saviour’s starlight
shielded against stain of sin-sting sorrow
scintillating spiritedly.
Seeking succor from sufferings and strife
soul of mine, slip as sunset into the sea ---
surrounded with Sovereign solitude
secured midst salvation’s surety
subdued from stubborn self-centeredness.
Sweetly savouring satisfaction of sincere service
sufficed by the Supreme Shepherd*
sealed soul, slip steadfastly, as sunset into the sea ---
silenced against slothfulness-shouts with sleep’s solace
safely sheltered toward tomorrow’s steadfast stewardship.
*Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Psalm 23:3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
April 23, 2020
1st place, "Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A; judged on 5/14/2024.
1st place, "Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 4/28/2020.
Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes
Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.
Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...
Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.
A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.
Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.
Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.
A man who has lost his real true love
Endless tears streaming down like rain
Then just darkness, nothing - no pain
Forgetting love its just desires he craves
A woman he hears, her voice just fine
Seductive she whispers sensually in his ear
She word plays for him his sexual desires
Feeding fantasies his only type of love
He imagines her scent filling his air
Eyes deep blue his lost in her stare
Touching lips taste savoury and sweet
Hands caressing body oh sublime
Breathing fast and pumping heart
A craved desire his only sexual play
She takes him to places, erotic so real
Her sexyness just driving him insane
He can't imagine a life without it
An addiction relentless to his core
This seductive and aluring woman
His only saviour, a sex chat whore
Lacy tablecloths
Sweet music
Red ornamental vestments
Gold tapers flickering
Red bound book
A sip of wine
White cowl on red
Bowed heads, folded hands
Ruby wine sipped from chalice
Folded white linen napkin
Genuflecting nodding heads
In pious agreement
Brown robbed friars faces
Cynosure of white ribbed
Black cassocks
Little circle of bread
Piously put on tongues
Again and again
Row upon row to receive
Gold richly decorated tabernacle
The body and blood of our Savior
Needs to be kept
Under lock and key.
Close your eyes and hold my hand
As you step into the quickening sand,
Wandering into your hazy dreams,
I slip in at the fragile seams,
Perusing thoughtfully at your hidden shame,
I whisper softly your sweet name,
You are now aware of my voice,
As it trembles air so moist,
Draining the fear and fury from your heart,
With song, poetry and works of art,
Your demons shall tremble in deepest fear,
Knowing that I am always here,
To look after you in your darkest hour
And be the ray of light in your darkest tower.