Best Sermonizing Poems
Christmas years ahead...
holograms that come alive
standing in our midst;
Santa, reindeer, Christmas trees
come and go with just a switch.
No more shopping malls...
All gifts picked and bought online
delivered by drones,
that fly 'round the world in hours;
pickup for returns from homes.
Church will come to us...
household interactive scenes
take us to new realms.
With high-tech sermonizing,
spirit of peace overwhelms.
Dinner feast at home
or floating restaurants high
that hover above,
as winter-white scenery
fills our hearts with joy and love.
Yes, there will be snow.
By then we will have command
of our weather flow.
It will fall on Christmas Eve,
just enough to make it glow.
No religious wars.
Mankind by then will settle
spiritual freedom;
to each his own in worship.
So our Christmas Eve will come.
Christmas years ahead...
how will it compare to now?
Difficult to know.
Humans adjust to changes;
compare now to long ago.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: A Futuristic Christmas
Judged: 12/27/2015
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Categories:
sermonizing, christmas, future,
Form:
Tanka
Sounding astounding
lUxurious vigorous volcanic erupting voice
laNguage of lava flowing, hot melting me poetry
a liNguist lyricizing spoken wordress
is alIgned dormant in each line
speak, Preach sermonizing poetry
your stAge material is a worthy pulitzer prize for poetry pulpit winner.
holy poeTic ghost fulfillment
loud shouT outing her-Wow!
this is a poEtic minister
poetry congRegation be seated as an audience
you shall feaSt
her words are fOod like manna
a reading feediNg falling from heaven
Categories:
sermonizing, inspirational,
Form:
Acrostic
HEAVEN IS AGLOW!
Doves will fly in the sweet by and by.
The angels will sing upon entering divinity.
Chariots of the Lord's Army have brought in righteous souls.
Heaven is aglow.
The horns are glorifying the Lord.
The drummers are superlative.
Munificence is the atmosphere.
Heaven is glowing.
Gloriously they sing.
Rejoicing divine and the rapture magnifies.
Resplendent with wings, they soar.
Heaven is aglow.
The bellow of God in the most deific form delighted the universe.
His spirit is felt on earth.
Who would have known that the Gates of Heaven are open?
Heaven glows.
Sermonizing in her Cathedral, the doves came ushering in.
The voice of the Lord possesses sylph.
Via the Holy Spirit, she shouted the doors are open.
Heaven is for all to seek.
Beatify!
Beatify!
Beatify!
Beatify!
Doves will fly in the sweet by and by.
The angels will sing upon entering divinity.
Chariots of the Lord's Army will bring in righteous souls.
Heaven is aglow.
{The doors of the Church are open!!!}
_________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 21, 2014!
FORM: ANAPHORA
Categories:
sermonizing, baptism, blessing, celebration, change,
Form:
Verse
Not Realizing We Were Obamanizing
Not realizing
We were Obamanizing
Was quire surprising.
Some are disguising
Things they are sermonizing
Need new horizon.
Revitalizing
While riding on big bison
Had John been his son.
(Simple Simon)
Selectivity
May result from brevity
But an entity?
Sure was consistant
They all had been resistant
Not knowing what we meant.
Which political candidate could
any of this be referring to?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
sermonizing, humorous,
Form:
Haiku
I’m very proud of my self-righteous stripes,
I’ve given more alms than you have my whole life
My self-flaggelations is more painful than anybody’s are
I’m sure that in heaven,
my name is neon blinking on the brightest star
My wool is so much whiter than yours,
my spiritual requests goes higher towards heaven
off the faith prayer springboard
I’m just so much more righteous
than you’ll ever be
I know I have a VIP spot
reserved in heaven for me
I love talking to myself endlessly everyday,
and I must say,
I give a mighty fine sermonizing soliloquy
My wool is so much more winter whiter than yours,
it lets my sins get cleansed faster
than anybody else’s of course
I’m tickled pink,
I’m blue in the face pleased
that I’m not like that pitiful soul
mournfully standing afar off from me
I’m no extortioner ...
I’m no adulterer ...
I’m no sinful publican ...
I’m an upright, self-righteous God fearing man
Me just love praying to myself several times a day,
it gives me goose bumps
hearing such a solemn, holier-than-thou soliloquy
No one can tell me
that my wool ain’t snow whiter than yours
Welcome to my self-righteous shrine,
may I give you another paid in crass tour?
Categories:
sermonizing, humorous, parody, religious, truth,
Form:
Light Verse
Love and Enjoy
Suggest that segregation should never be
Along with what now is moral ambiguity
Equality in our minds must only exist
Offer seats to older we can never resist.
We will all be going to the same schools
Play together and swim in public pools
And moving over when talking in sleep
Won't say anything back or raise a peep.
May be more words to poem I have to add
So whole blooming thing won't sound so bad
And perfect me would I personally have lied
If I said all my poems need to be personified.
Let us middle and highers learn how to integrate
And on people's pleasant suggestions try to wait
Put off what we really wanted to have done
When there are many other ways we can have fun.
Even after high in heaven we have ended up at
Whenever we want with God together have sat
If audacious adult, sweet little girl or a bad boy
All He has in heaven if for us to love and enjoy.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
PS. So rather then forever hearing me sermonizing
All of you should be singing and also harmonizing.
Categories:
sermonizing, encouraging, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
From tottering infantile footsteps
Gangly adolescence and vibrant youth
Desire to taste forbidden fruits
Hobnob with society discards
Ever beckoned by distant drums
Weird people practising witchcraft
Entranced by strange rituals
Rebelling against established norms
Corrupted by wild flights of fantasy
Urge to attain impossible dreams
Sermonizing on unknown subjects
Engaged in creating hell on earth
Shunning filial ties
Ignorant of the anguish of loved ones
Reviled by all but the ignorant
And pitied by a few
Unwashed, malodorous, skeletal frame
Vacant eyes a fiery red
Registering no events, recognizing none
A pitiable mannequin in a dynamic world
Ever shrouded in a haze of acrid smoke
From endless cannabis trips
Unhinged from his roots
With no conclusion or hope
Categories:
sermonizing, loss, sad,
Form:
Many Poem Possibilities
In my mind are always poem possibilities;
To write each one God gave me the ability;
Will often use;
Never abuse,
And in them you will surely find sensibility.
Terrible unbearable parable
Opposition, condition, ammunition
Contemplation, compensation, creation
Involved, dissolved, revolved
Prepared, shared, compared and dared
Disguise, realize, stabilize
Exonerate, Humiliate, contemplate
Inundated, infuriated, stated
Hesitant, resistant, persistent, consistent
Vindicated, extrapolated, eradicated, vacated
Serenity, proximity, anonymity
Realizing, tantalizing, sermonizing, aggrandizing
Orevaricate, eradicate, emancipate
Cration of a variation from any situation
Regulate, strangulate, gestated
Promulgate, placate, indicate
Substantiate, instigate, expedite, premeditate
Mort to consider.
Jim Horn
Categories:
sermonizing, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
Categories:
sermonizing, analogy, appreciation, life,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond Compare by James Thomas Horn
Entire church choir may moan and groan if left alone
But beautiful Lisa sings in a league of her own
Beyond belief sounds she starts to emit
Meant in flow of music to perfectly fit.
Marg's magical hands make miracles when she plays
While people there will give God praise
With her marvelous music we sing along
Joy and much merriment are in each song.
So what can happen if you should survive?
Putting up with people on Saturday Night Live
So Sunday Morning service can start to hear
While we hope our worries will disappear.
What is it which should seem so surprising?
Sun started rising and you heard sermonizing;
Even though things in life may be hard to bare
Father Dave's sermons are above and beyond compare.
No matter how far away we are
Will see God in each shining star
With message meant for you and me
From sins finally will be set free.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
In Conclusion:
No matter how far away some people are
They shall see God in each shining star
With message meant for you and me
From all sins we will be set free.
Categories:
sermonizing, humorous, religious,
Form:
Couplet
Believers say hereafter's the goal
Attain eternity you must believe
Infinity, do the math
Long shot for a gambling man
What's the down side?
Well, those holy rollers,
Fat sermonizing Sunday TV preachers
bounce susceptible folks on the floor
with their slain in the spirit
mumbo jumble talk, garbled speech
Unbelievable dose mass hysteria
Where do they find these people?
Heal the sick befor your very eyes
Well, that should convince you
Pass the plate, count their wealth
And occasionally go to jail
Kill in the name of holy Jihad
Who pedophile innocents
Shuffle perpretrators like cards
Do it again in the holy name
Kicked out of the garden,
Maybe man isn't ripe for religion
I'm done with religious freaks
and all their evil ways
One ray of hope remains
But Vegas is a long way away.
Categories:
sermonizing, religion
Form:
Light Verse
Broken tick-tock
Ghetto gazette news
Nobody’s fixing the clock
Alarm is stuck on snooze
A lot of people hearts dozed off in a bottle,
hoping a taste of liquid happiness
would make their troubles all go away
Temporarily it felt like it did
But hard booze and brew-skis
only sent their life on the skids,
a fatal downward slope
Using alcohol and dope equaled no hope
Last day of the week, life ain’t nothing but a party
First day of the week, bleary eyes now seeking relief
Row after row filled in the church pews
Trodden down souls
wanting to hear the good gospel news
Preacher tells them,
God’s gonna save everybody, including you
But he ain’t sermonizing the straight hard truth,
that things are gonna get worse before they get better
A lot of pain in store ... a lot of tribulation,
before you get that sweet sober taste of salvation
But for poor ghetto souls, this ain’t no breaking news:
We’ve always been given eight days worth of seven day blues
Now if preacher man is telling them that,
he’s speaking the gospel truth
Ghetto souls have always been given
eight days worth of seven day blues
Such a heavy burden has always been put on us, this ain’t nothing new
An extra helping of sabbath pain,
God’s trying to warn you to get close to Him again
Eight days worth of seven day blues,
such an oppressive burden heavily taxing you
Eight days worth of seven day blues,
that’s all that the Devil has in store for you
So get on your knees and start to pray,
then rise ... open your eyes and recognize:
The first day of the rest of your life is starting off okay
Eight days of heaviness ain’t got no more weight
No more seven day blues,
only the joyous sound of righteous news
Categories:
sermonizing, abuse, analogy, pain, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I was selfish and had to horde the Lord;
Because He was all that I could afford
Poems from Him started to write each day
For perfect relation with him paved the way.
But after a while too I must have to be realizing
Results of much of my speech is sermonizing
And I have become an Episcopalian researcher
Our priest is a Catholic and catalytic converter.
Hope some of you understand what I am saying
By, all games have rules you must be playing
Even tough at times Priest I am often teasing
I could bend myself over and be more pleasing.
Sound familiar?
Jim Horn
Member of St. James Episcopal
Board of Vestry and major
pain in the neck.
Categories:
sermonizing, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
clumsy coal complaining
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens
on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace
daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig
etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02
Categories:
sermonizing, allegory, life, literature,
Form:
Sonnet
This is letter, an autumnal leaf from the abode heart
There are many alphabets, many words, many sentences
There are immense desire, fragrant emotions
There are dyed intoxicated soul, delightful idol of you
Everything there are sermonizing the speech of you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
But sometimes I lose this highlighted letter
I see myself being idolized in the very distant past
Again sometimes see I’m the sound of supreme being
That's why
In this wordy statements,
In this actionable confessions,
in this realistic presence
I can't find myself
Cause- there is you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
Yes, sometimes where I feel
Love is eternal young,
ever powerful
when it lives in control
there another time same I feel
Love is savage, heartless killer
when can't control it
oh! What a terrible power of love has
when it crosses its limitation then it kills all
In fear of being killed
In one winter morning
In the foggy grave
with the tears of falling dreams
The lifeless spirit lives as a corpse
On the letter which cut into pieces
20.09.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
sermonizing, fear, love,
Form:
Free verse