Best Sicknesses Poems
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
The enemy's already trampled on
And triumphantly doomed to destruction.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Fully paid are our debts and transgressions
To us is complete justification.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Our wounds are already healed by the Son
And in His name, our sicknesses are gone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy Oe
All our chains He has broken and brought down
And our bondages He has made undone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
For eternity in heaven's been won
And granted for us is the salvation!
Categories:
sicknesses, faith, inspirational, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Good friends and also those that I don’t know,
I have a New Year’s dream I want to share.
It’s not one very typical although
it’s something about which we all should care.
I want the world to wake up to the truth
about the health care systems many use.
You see, I have become somewhat a slueth
discovering new things that are a ruse.
We’re living in the best and worst of times.
Health systems with which many of us live
are flawed; the toll for death by doctors climbs
for errors made and bad advice they give.
Big Pharma’s sheep, they write prescriptions for
bad drugs that bring more sicknesses than we
could ever have imagined years before.
I know this truth because they got to ME.
Big Pharma buries worthy remedies
or paints them in bad light. Go read online
the lies they tell! If you have a disease,
things FDA-approved are far from fine!
The FDA are puppets; see the proof
in foods they recommend for us to eat!
Don’t let yourself be victim to a spoof.
I dream of a new year free from deceit.
Jan. 2, 2020
Categories:
sicknesses, health, new year,
Form:
Quatrain
The last mile of the way
It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.
It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye”
To those he loves.
One has to put down all his loads
And face the reality of time.
Blessed is the man
Who walks on camino real with the Lord.
Cursed is the peregrinator who peregrinate alone,
Who promenade Lordlessly.
The rich man blundered
To hell he was taken
For his life has been peripatetic and perfidious.
Confessions he tried
But confessions failed.
Remember, longest is the night
That is not followed by the day.
No matter how long the night
The day is sure to come.
With His cross on His shoulders
This mile the Lamb travelled,
Sinless and spotless the teacher was
And God the Almighty on His side He stood.
The impenitent Judas also travelled it
The mile was tough and dolorous
For his sins were accompanying him,
Suicide and sheol were his penultimate end.
Fight panophobia and euphorbia
With rectitude and optimism for heavenly opulence,
With clear conscience and faith in Him
Walk through the narrow door
Before the Master closes.
The writing is on the wall
“God shows no favouritism”
Let us travel this mile
With no wrinkle and spot
For this mile takes us
Into the hands of the Omniscious One.
Where our tears will be removed by Him,
Where there is eternal rest
Where there is no sorrows,
Neither death nor sicknesses.
Categories:
sicknesses, religion,
Form:
Free verse
This Poem is dedicated to all my Christian friends on Poetry Soup
and else where in the world in the festival month of Xmas.
A Poem on a Story from Bible 1 of 2
The Healing at the Pool
One fine morning
When the Sun was spreading
Its refreshing morning breeze
On the soil of Jerusalem. 01
All the sick and suffering people
Had started gathering
On a spot
Named as Five Porches
At the place, known as ‘Sheep Gate’. 02
They all were here
So that they may get a chance
To have a dip in the holy water of the pool
Of Bethzatha*
To get rid of their sufferings and sicknesses. 03
The desire and wish
To touch the holy water and
To get well soon
Had brought them there
In spite of their pity deplorable conditions. 04
On that fine beautiful morning
Along with the rising Sun
Jesus had come to Jerusalem
For a religious festival. 05
He was standing on one of the porches
And was looking towards those people
Who had gathered there
With all the love and kindness
In his heart for them
For all those
Who were either sick or blind,
Lame or paralyzed
Or had sufferings of some other kind. 06
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th Nov. 2012 To be concluded soon in Part 2
Categories:
sicknesses, dedication, water, sick, water,
Form:
Free verse
Children At Risk
Every time I hear a child has been neglected
and vastly un protected.
Parents and caretakers have the most important
job of the world,
To raise and mold a boy or girl.
It breaks my heart.
We are tearing the children apart.
We have failed them with our stupidity, sicknesses,
Passiveness and crimes
These things have been done since the beginning of time
We are tearing the children apart
With our greed
Sickly and unnatural need
With our cruelty and abuse
Leading to deadly misuse
Of our positions
And screwed up missions
We’ve taken children from the Aborigines
Some of them biracial
Many progenies of Australia’s elite
Moved them to an island because it was discreet
It was out of sight out of mind.
People were being blind.
We’ve put children in England in orphanages
Because status quo said parents were causing damages
We’ve taken Indian children from reservations
To blend them into civilization.
We’ve enslaved Black children on plantations
Reasoning it is good for the nations
All this done by those in status quo
Because of reasoning we said so.
For the children facing starvation
In India, Africa, Somilia, Ethiopia
and other nations
Who have bombs
But no food and care for there little ones
There is the Tuskegee experiment, hole in the head
Where nothing was said
Indoctrination of the wrong kind
Interfering with a child’s mind.
Categories:
sicknesses, abuse, childhood, discrimination,
Form:
Light Verse
My Sunday Morning Horn Haiku
All things regular,
We know for certain and sure,
Will always occur.
What we can endure,
Are things always good and pure;
Sicknesses can cure.
Heaven took a tour;
God was there with much allure;
Sky clear and bluer.
Rumor I must spill;
God in heaven we know will,
Our each need fulfil.
Jim Horn
Categories:
sicknesses, allegory, analogy, religious,
Form:
Haiku
It's strange how God talks to us.
Sometimes in the wee hours of a sleepless night,
Sometimes a sweet voice appears in the background music of the vaccum cleaner.
Maybe while driving home from a tedious workday with the radio turned off.
Maybe awaken from sleep words pouring from your heart and soul that makes you
Jump out of bed and scramble for pen and paper.
I'm not the least surprised that the words jump out of me,
For God has talked to me many times in this manner.
You see, they all have a common denominator. Its when you tune out the
Distractions of your surroundings that God can talk to the innermost parts of your being.
He leaves your heart and soul in awe as your mind comes back to earth.
No, I'm not a bit surprised that he woke me from a deep sleep.
I pray for him to talk to me. He knows I need his inspiration. It's like bread and water
To sustain me from the hum-drum of everyday living.
I'm not a saint by any means, probably worse than the worse, lowest than the lowly.
God knows me and he loves me anyway. Maybe I disappoint him with my selfish, stubborn
And sinful ways, but he knows I love him and trust him in all things. Jesus is my
Redeemer and salvation. He walks by my side thru tragedy, he is my healer through
All my sicknesses. My faith is strengthened in him until my back feels it will
Break into. Oh, what a friend I have in Jesus. A young man once said,"We young people
need to hear from our older generation the experiences they have overcome in all
Situations." "We hunger for your testimonials to help us to know what to do when
We are faced with our own trials and tragedy's."
Maybe, when God speaks to us, even thru poetry, the real circumstances that we have faced
He is only giving us the gift of being able to see the blessings that come from tragedy to
Make our walk so much more easy.
Categories:
sicknesses, faith, inspirational, uplifting, words,
Form:
Free verse
"IT'S FUNNY, ISN'T IT?"
we all hope for change at
some point in our lives and
when we get it, it usually
comes when we don’t want
it.
eventually the mouths dry up,
life continues and everything
that once was, is
gone.
when we’re younger, it keeps
us looking ahead.
when we’re older, it pushes
us towards something else to
take the place of something
else.
change breeds more change.
remorse, adaptation and ex-
citement are the
children.
we all have a sickness that
ruins other sicknesses.
the easiest way to deal with
your own is to find someone
that has a sickness far worse
than
you.
most people feel sorry for me.
they play on changes that re-
define who I am.
I feel sorry for people.
they live in the change they
create.
for me, it’s quite simple:
everything is
temporary.
love, life, even
death.
change will bring all of
these.
change will destroy all of
these.
my change brought what has
kept me alive all these years.
grab 13 minutes for yourself
and motion the waiter for
another
drink.
the next 13 will be
magical.
By: Chicano Eddie
Categories:
sicknesses, deep, life, light, repetition,
Form:
Free verse
Yes Our Edgar was the best,
when he was hypnotised,
spoke Greek or German any lingo,
wisest of the wise.
He was like Superman asleep,
Clark Kent, when he was awake.
Country boy not the teachers joy,
moderate, educated.
I have his birthday, 18 th march,
and truly believe in him!
None better on the planet, in his day!
Didn't want money for his pay,
14,000 readings for sicknesses, whim.
A blacksmith nail pinned the bones,
first time, was ever done,
A shattered leg, recorded, Edgar owns,
1900, Edgar taught this one.
Don Johnson 25-july-11
So the Doctors learned a new procedure and studied his writings.
His peanut oil massage for Rheumatiz or arthritic pain, works!
The gentle neck roll brings clear sight for some.
Do that slow neck roll of Cayce's for your eyes clarity of sight.
A mate Clive couldn't read the road signs here , took a long drive 3 thousand miles to Darwin, used the neck roll daily and got his distance sight back...When i'm tired i do it and it brings me internal computer back online. I can read the fine print on me car licence....
Google & read this mans story...your eyes will open...
Categories:
sicknesses, adventureme,
Form:
Rhyme
50 Words for Poe: Vide Cor Meum
Look into my heart
see it’s sinew ripped
in the hole daisies grow
and death renews
forget-me-nots
unfurling crushed blue
from their
black soiled
deep dead
purple sleep
Vide Core Meum
slowly burns
the earth of me
forests roar
barefoot walks
through broken glass
then, nine inch nails,
the vanity fast retreats
where Raven wings
fan the flames
blue ribbons
veins complete
cor
caws
from it's bleeding
Poe-kept beak
this is where
the bushfire starts
Vide Core Meum
the Monster
Lillith is awake
Singing to her
Morning Star
The story not yet complete
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/SP9IrCCMUUw
Vide Cor Meum/Zimmer
“Every tree in the forest has a story to tell. Some of them were burnt but they endured the fire and got revived; some of them were cut, their barks injured, some people pick up their leaves to make medicines for their sicknesses, birds used their leaves to make their nests, etc."
https://youtu.be/pev0dINRaok
The Great Below/Reznor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morning_Star
Categories:
sicknesses, dark, fire, heart, horror,
Form:
Free verse
World emergency prayer PII
Entered…..
I shout now to the whole world down to the orbit,
As now the darkness is geared and out for blood,
A human blood,
I gear the whole world with the blood of Jesus,
And I am sending this fire of the holly spirit to the world and space,
And I am sending fire inside every human being of this earth,
Sinners and righteous, healthy and sick in the name of Jesus,
I conclude that every human is the child of God not devil,
And each time when the darkness tried to temper with human,
They must find fire,
In the name of Jesus.
For I know about planned natural disasters,
Disasters to take human lives in bulk,
And a planned mysterious deaths,
In Jesus name, I declare all plans arrested,
And locked in the permanent hot safe,
Safe locked by padlocks and chains made of Jesus blood,
And I put Jesus on every move of human being everyday,
I destroy every mission of the darkness against a human being,
I again destroy and drain out every power and tool the darkness is using,
In Jesus name I declare to the whole world,
The death and injuries of any sort must come to an end,
Sicknesses must be healed,
Conflicts must find a resolution,
Marriages must be restored,
Economies must find their ways to revive now,
Time is now,
I Jesus name
Activated…..
Categories:
sicknesses, peace, prayer, religious,
Form:
Sonnet
Bp is up
Tb is breaking
Asthma closes up ?
Ebola is exterminating
HIV is viral
Cancer is cutting
Diabete is destroying
Corona is crushing
Malaria is messing.
People are crying
Hurting
Dying daily
Here and there.
May 06/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
sicknesses, 12th grade, death, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
JESUS I LOVE YOU
FOR ALL THE MARVELOUS
THINGS YOU DO
FOR CALLING ME
YOUR BOO LOL
YOUR FINISHED WORK
AT CALVARY
I WOULD NEVER
KNOW HOW
MUCH YOU
PAID FOR EVERY
TIME THAT I CRIED
JESUS LOVE YOU MUCH
I WILL NEVER FORGET
AFTER EVERY MAN
IN I'VE EVER KNOW LEFT
I LOVE YOU FOR KNOWING
ALL THE TIMES YOU KNEW
ALL THE TIMES I LEFT
YOU FORGOT ALL OF IT
IN THE BLOOD THAT YOU SHED
HOW YOU MADE THE ENEMY LOOK STUPID
EVERYTIME PLOTTED
A SICKNESSES AGAINST ME
TO KEEP ME DOWN
ON THE BED
JESUS I LOVE YOU
FOR MAKE ALL OF
MY THOUGHTS ABOUT
WAS WRONG IN MY
LIFE BRAND NEW
YOU MAKE ME SMILE
AT SATAN WHILE HE'S ATTACKING
FOR KEEPING ME SAFE
WHILE AROUND THE EARTH KILLING
WHILE OTHER'S BLOOD IS SPILLING
I'VE NEVER SEEN ME
OR MY FAMILY ON THE LATEST NEWS
JESUS I LOVE YOU
Categories:
sicknesses, appreciation, blessing, dedication, faith,
Form:
Pastoral
The Rebuke.....
By the authority, faith and power of Christ and holly spirit,
All the evil attitudes against a human at this time of year,
Instead of people enjoying their lives,
They lost their lives and becomes crippled on world roads,
Evil that is sent to the hospitals to take human lives,
All the fake deceased that are forged to take human’s life,
All the attitude of destroying the marriages,
Causing conflicts and destroying unities,
Attitude of destroying people’s life,
Stealing their blessings,
The loss of income or employment through retrenchment or dismissal,
High rate of unemployment,
Misunderstandings between rulers of countries and their people,
The plane crashes
In the name of Jesus!
To the people of the world,
I deny or refuse death,
I rebuke sicknesses,
I deny accidents on roads,
I deny bulk death in hospital beds,
I refuse the destruction of marriages,
I refuse the denial of peace and stability within countries and its leaders,
I deny, refuse and rebuke any existence of evil to disturb human peace,
I inject blood of Jesus on every human being and every place where human exist,
I speak of world employment to everyone,
For the sake of children,
I rebuke all troubles and obstacles in human life,
To the end of this world,
God so loved the world, he loved human being
He send his son with eternal life and protection,
By the same name of his son Jesus,
I command, deny, refuse and rebuke all evil acts against human being and countries,
To save human being physically and spiritually and their countries,
Down on earth and to the space,
To the end of this world,
In Jesus name.
……………………………….Amen……………………………………………………..
Categories:
sicknesses, prayer, religious, world,
Form:
Sonnet
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Why are you all bound and determined to destroy me?
What have I done to you that makes you hate me so much?
I’ve given you life and provided for you families.
You’ve done nothing in return but ruin what you’ve touched.
Timber – and my limbs fall, leaves will wither.
Paper bags & adult mags, end result is litter.
Trash & filthy waste, landfill in my face.
Trees, an endangered species you can never replace.
Forever you’re chasing wildlife for game, not need.
Carcasses scattered abroad, they get shot & bleed.
Prodigal sons, generation of wasteful people.
Ungrateful & insecure, you alter your facial features.
I don’t feel the least bit guilty for causing earthquakes,
Or, from the mountaintops, raining down fire and ash.
I watch with a grin as you all try to claim your stake
And find a safe place where you hope to avoid my wrath.
Tsunamis that misplace mommies, families divide.
Airborne sicknesses and death hide in mudslides.
The pains of hurricanes, reminiscent of Genesis
Wipeout the lifestyles of the wicked & innocent.
Just as man is never satisfied, destruction isn’t either.
These disasters consume life to make you believers
In that you reap what you sow in this life of lust.
Return from whence you came, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Categories:
sicknesses, writing,
Form:
Rhyme