Best Seraphims Poems
Near
heaven's
gate,
God's throne,
Seraphims
gather.
Cry,
Holy
Lord, dispose
uninvited
wild bramble,
for it
sheath,
consume
the pure soul,
in your
lush
garden
plants.
6/12/2021
Waltz Wave Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Listen all that stumble and fallen into arms of Angels.
This of mine' loves so dearly, much more than she can be loved.
Seraphims above and ghastly deities below -
She is the purest form of them all.
Her smiles' elegantly reassuring.
Like a singing bird that deserves a hand of applause.
A bow and a red rose thrown at her feet.
Certainly we are assured -
That a slightest light gives an estranged bird a profound feeling of utmost fortitude.
Alas!
In similar ways, this of mine', pure at heart, glittered with beauty and profoundly made me speak out against the gods, Aphrodite and Eros that had unfairly confined such a beautiful bird that sang the words of Love from dawn to sunset.
(Dedication to Tione)
One day the son said to God,
“Humans need a laugh squad.”
“Say what son?”
“You mean fun?”
“Wouldn’t that seem a bit odd?”
“No Dad, I think it’d be cool,”
“Maybe even laughter in school!”
He’s sounding coy,
the silly boy,
thought God, Am I a sour old fool?
Then he remembered the rip
in poor Job’s small ill-fated ship
The sound, like split britches
had them laughing in stitches.
Thought God, “When did my humor get stripped?
God pondered and stroked his long beard.
Cherubs and seraphims peered,
though mystified,
they deified.
Downstairs, the outcast one sneered.
“Tell you what son, let’s give ‘em politics.”
“It’s way more fun than sinking small ships.”
So the laughing squads
(two teams at odds),
were loosed on the masses with tricks.
Which, coincidently, was fine
with the one who’d crossed the line,
Beelzebub,
became the hub
for political slime in prime time.
Heavenly messengers, God-sent,
Who guard us from evil dangers,
Angels are God's secret agents.
Entertained by some as strangers,
They are God's mighty ministers,
Who guard us from evil dangers.
Rejoicing over repenters,
Shining forth with dazzling beauty,
They are God's mighty ministers.
Holy angels do their duty,
As cherubims and seraphims,
Shining forth with dazzling beauty.
Praising God in 'angelic' hymns,
They have their limitations, though,
As cherubims and seraphims.
To 'heirs of salvation' below
Heavenly messengers, God-sent;
They have their limitations, though
Angels are God's secret agents.
12/24/16
(8 syllables per line)
Hebrews 1: 14 - Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?
The colored flowers of Spring arc upward
Moving slowly in the grace of splayed light
Their scent gathers us in without regard
Gives life its fragrance of Earthly delight
Dewdrops get caught upon petals, to fall
Dripping slowly to the soft grass below
Tongue of butterflies stay on honey's call
As the Spring silently begins to show
Motion so graceful, without any pause
To grateful eyes bring a song of romance
And seems elegant in its quiet cause
These seraphims from heaven slowly dance
Blooming colors of flowers to amaze,
The flowers of Spring are lavished with praise
ANGELS
celestial pure guardian cherub of grace
peace and serenity displayed in your face
an inumerable company of angels in heaven
seraphims in charge guarding God’s throne and His presence
God’s messenger archangels Michael and Gabriel
announce their messages where they are sent and able
our guardian angels are close to our hearts
as they support, protect, pray and impart
our angels see far beyond the mortal timeline
are patient, forgiving, devoting love so divine
© Kim van Breda- February 2014
Peering into the eye of finalities storm; while as standing upon times fading shore?!
Washing away its hourglass sands aneath my feet; expurgation into the waiting sea....
Legions upon legions; these, His Majesties seraphims descending atop clouds made of fire ~
Beckoning unto heavens four winds to gather its children; the day of razon has arrived
White robes and tears to soon dry; as the mountains tremble into the forest they'll flee!?
Indemnifcations justice to be extracted from these blood drenched scrolls; nonentity now
Left crying for mercy which they never showed; execratings pompous to fade as the oceans
Rage; time poised to wash away their bittersweet memories; from the land of the living....
Standing upon deisms once distant hourglass shores; King of Kings and Lord of Lords ~
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....“Judgment Day” *
I was outside of Philly walking in Bucks County
As I climbed the Tree of Good and Evil
A voice spoke to me about the future
Because of my free will I was asked to make a choice
A brand new cell phone was the new apple
In the Garden and the phone was tucked neatly
Inside the tree
If I listen to the voice of the woman in the window
Then I would have stolen the apple
But I climbed down from the tree and walked out of the Garden
I humbled myself with nothing on my feet
The road was flooded
I sat on the road with people who were like New-Agers doing yoga on the greens
That was not enough for me and they kicked me out of the group
In the middle of the road I saw fluorescent like living beings in the shape of animals
They were different animals but in one body
The HAYYOTH was the embodiment of a lion, an ostrich, a deer and dawn and one animal I never saw before
The HAYYOTH are Seraphims and heavenly beings as foretold by the Prophet Ezekiel
They were afraid and so was I but the HAYYOTH moved out my way and let me pass and I begin my walk cross the East Silver Bridge
In my journey I met a blind man who was also a gatekeeper as was the HAYYOTH but he was an android hoping to be human one day
His second last name was Trump
The East Silver Bridge was another world within itself
It had rivers and streams, housing, movie theaters and restaurants
There were many pathways and crossroads
But I got lost and the blind man guided me the right way to walk
The East Silver Bridge was full of traps
I saw a man with a polka dot shirt who claimed to be my sister’s husband
But I know this to be a falsehood
After crossing the East Silver Bridge
I saw home downtown Philadelphia
The New Philadelphia
I saw my sister and her real husband
I was welcome with open arms
But the fake husband showed up at our door
I fought him with all my power
Until and Angel with a woman’s voice shouted from above
FELIZ!
FELIZ!
FELIZ!
Serenading with sermons at services,
Serious seraphims searched out self-serving serpents.
But serrated silver certainly surpasses serenity.
Sirloin snake steaks seared and served by servants.
Written 11/26/17
for Barry Stebbings/Alliteration Contest
Pulling joyfully their curtains wide
Allowing love's rays her, beauty's light
New Radicals, you've got the music in you
Seraphims escorting serendipity's twenty-first
Century his jinni appears gayety her garland pastel
Mesdemoiselles their colours rich as oils this Helen of Troy
Menage menagerie; resilient, these spirits the child, whom believes
Wearing flash floods but hey we do it in style: jill, an infant's Messianic retreat.
I wish to be in the bowl
Where the moon and the sun shine.
Outside here is the Armageddon
Where the saint gnash their teeth
In pain and in vain.
In the bowl lives the repentance:
The gunslingers turn the Seraphims
And the gaolbirds become the Cherubs
Singing sonorously at the treasury gate:
Lord spare the gullible.
I wish to be in the bowl
Where shame becomes fame
Where indolence is the excellence
Where impunity is two for penny
Where immunity is: buy one and take four.
I wish to be in the bowl;
The paradise of the foul.
Breaking free from the jaded haze this winding maze their walls ?
Rattling chains these halls be they kind today nay, a nuisance nirvana..
In Septenary's fortuned palms ? Her seraphims medievals hieroglyphic charms.
Wishes become a reality but you must manifest them
it's fundamental to be worthy for a proper fit
it worked for me today and anytime I do
no star is necessary just believing it true
You can tell your aspirations and that does no harm
dreams won't be real either if you unarm
when they're scary you can turn them around
and create an adjustment to sleep sound
We're not pawns controlled by the wizard
nothing can force you to do something even a lizard
people are discussing evil oppressed millions
they are Seraphims and not nasty reptilians
They are flawless and smell all right
as they praise God day and night
we must notice only optimistic things
as nature sings
Dance down the boulevard
Seraphims of happiness fly
Sweet nectar in the veins
The saxophone plays..
Sharps and flats move..
Move like the beats of my heart
The colours blend in playfully
Neon lights dance to my beats
Leaves flow in a soft deluge
The branches sway at my music
Wrap your arms around it
The ganja flows in the air
Ambrosias smell like the magic
Peels of laughter resound
From beyond the horizon
Aurora dances in the sky
The music of happiness
Time ceases to stare
Wonderstruck eyes at the mirth
The notes build up on you
Build castles in the air
The ultimate saga is this
I play my saxophone
Beside the dusky river
Under the shining moonlight
I play my happy notes
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Her Christmas eyes, holiday green.
In the dark you can see her whites.
Shines like the moon on Winter nights.
Her acres startle of twilights.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
Flamboyant blinker-pomp excites;
And heaven’s angels it delights.
Illuminated halo heights.
Seraphims and cherubims praise.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.
She can’t see what’s out of her sights.
On Holiday she set her sights.
For where does she find the brilliance?
God’s moral code - not wrongs but rights.
Twinkles the exceptional lights.