Best Solomon Poems
Great King Solomon, wisest of the rulers of Israel,
The favored son of King David, who was beloved of our God,
Did fall from grace in his old age though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him that his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries brought their daughters for his brides.,
But God said, 'Solomon be wise, send them away from you,
For they are vile before My eyes and all their daughters too.
If you accept them in My son their sins will be on you.'
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind, he welcomed those kings in,
Made pacts, alliances and deals ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by those kings and queens, acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines and wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them so strong would be their ties.
That Israel would follow them and he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened that Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them and even their gods too.
He let them build their temples and went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God by the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them and God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today, they're coming here in droves.
Fleeing from oppression that their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them and we shouldn't honor Him.
Well their god offends me too so the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us the very thing they seek.
Denying us our freedoms, our own laws have made us weak.
We are the pagans in their eyes and of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God. I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon,
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
1Kings 10:11
Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each milky balloon
Red velvet gown swaddling paps so roon
Silver, monogrammed broach cresting over satin plume
Golden necklace the antechamber doth groom
Lilac perfume from each tendered Liily doth fume
Plowing through the quilted morass so carefully strewn
O'er snowy plain with sculpting touches tenderly prune
Nurturing each crevice; in your fecund valley swoon
Watching in rapturous chorus each mound bloom
With fertile lips I pollinate each riveted loom
From each rendered nipple a sweet nectar I exhume
Solomon wouldn't listen,
Though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him,
That his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power,
Were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries,
Brought their daughters for his brides;
But God said Solomon be wise,
Send them away from you;
For they are vile before My eyes,
And all their daughters too.
If you accept them in, My Son,
Their sins will be on you.
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind,
He welcomed those kings in;
Made pacts, alliances and deals,
Ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by these kings and queens,
Acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines,
And wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him,
Were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them,
So strong would be their ties;
That Israel would follow them,
And he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened,
And Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them,
And even their gods too.
He let them build their temples,
And went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God,
By the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them,
And God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today.
They're coming here in droves'
Fleeing from oppression,
That their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them,
And we shouldn't honor Him;
Well, their god offends me too,
So the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us,
The very thing they seek,
Denying us our freedoms,
Our own laws have made us weak.
We are infidels to them,
And of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God.
I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon.
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone, we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
The plane touched down
Ethiopians kissed the ground
The Bible's holy soil
Land of Israel
Home at Last!
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Operation Solomon was a covert Israeli military
operation, in which over 14,000 persecuted
Ethiopian Jews were airlifted to Israel in 36
hours in May of 1991.
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Total: 18 words
January 13, 2021
20-word max -- do it with feeling contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Why do I love God? Why do we adore?
For me, it's simple: He created me, and more.
In His image, I'm crafted, a work of art divine,
A reflection of His love, a heart that beats in rhyme.
He loved me first, before I knew His name,
Before I understood the depth of His holy flame.
He pursued me, gently, like a summer breeze,
And whispered truths that only my heart could seize.
In darkness, I once wandered, lost and alone,
A shattered vessel, broken, like a mirror overthrown.
But He found me, like a treasure hidden in the night,
And lifted me up, like a phoenix rising into new light.
He asked me, 'Where are you?' like a shepherd seeking his sheep,
And I confessed, 'I'm hiding, ashamed, my heart does weep.'
But He didn't judge me; instead, He showed me His gentle face,
And said, 'Turn from your past, and I'll give you a brand-new place.'
I chose to follow Him, like a traveler finding a guiding star,
And He filled me with potential, like a vessel overflowing from afar.
Now, I'm a voice of hope, a messenger of love and light,
A reflection of His beauty, shining like a beacon in the night.
So, I ask you, dear friend, what is God to you?
Is He a distant concept, or a loving presence that shines through?
Why do you love God? What draws you to His heart?
Is it the promise of eternal life, or the peace that never departs?
If I were to ask you, why do you choose to serve Him?
What would be your answer? What is your expectation?
What is your love for God? What is your relationship with Him?
Are you willing to surrender your life, to let His love shine within?
If you were to describe yourself in the place of God,
What kind of human would you be? Would you be just, or would you be odd?
Would you show mercy, or would you show might?
Would you love unconditionally, or would you demand what's right?
These questions, dear friend, are not meant to condemn,
But to inspire reflection, and to help us comprehend
The depth of God's love, and the height of His grace,
And to encourage us to seek Him, with a humble heart and a willing pace.
Memories, dust and ashes
- the power of eternity's love and desire
Nothing has changed for thousands of years
"Love is better than wine"
A bottle of wine contains a lot of philosophy
- free from erotic desire
Let the roots grow in a cedar tree
The Song of Solomon
a ballad ...
of love and longing
With a humble mind
in purity, truth and love
Divine grace -
the power that illuminates the soul
A state of peace that almost is
beyond human understanding
The Song of Solomon
a ballad ...
of love and longing
Daughter of Jerusalem,
a beauty of the divine
His heart - like soft chimes
Wrap his beautiful virgin in silk and myrrh
One beautiful passionate love story
A man and a woman become one
Everything is placed in the hands of God
09/13/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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My own Psalm : Free verse
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Solomon Cook
1820 – 1900
It was a miracle.
I entered this wicked world with
Mother’s umbilical wrapped around my neck like a noose,
Inside a cold cabin made of stone.
My mother,
A beauty of burden,
Chopped the wood
And served chicken neck soup on special occasions.
My father taught me stories from the Bible
And swatted my behind with a strap
If I slept in past 6.
My eight siblings and me
Worked the fields from the rise of Phoebus at dawn
To the fall of the day’s eye at twilight,
And we barely had enough to eat,
Except after the harvest.
I taught myself to read at ten years old
And as a young man
I travelled by steamer as a swabby
To Europe, Asia and Africa
And I took in the local colors like one of Twain’s tramps.
I met many women of questionable reputation
In many exotic ports-of-call.
But my one true love was my wife of 42 years;
My lovely and patient Pearl.
By train and stagecoach
We came to this quiet Quaker town in 1892,
And lived in the white Queen Anne on Olive Street.
Pearl and me walked on many a Sunday morning
To services at First Christian,
Shaped like a cross,
And together we smelled the gardenia blossoms
In Pastor Crain’s eccentric garden.
Why, my Lord, did I have to live so long?
Why did I have to watch my wife and friends die before me?
And why, my Lord, was it a simple cold
That finally stopped my old lived-in heart?
And now I am resting in peace at Clark Cemetery
Under the sprawling sultan-like fronds;
Under the magnificent golden nucleus
Of a single desert palm.
~Wisdom seeks virgins,
wise virgins therefore love Him
the Rose of Sharon,
the beloved Lily,
Beloved is mine, I am his,
I swoon of His love~
Choka 5,7,5,5,7,5
by saint schack or saint creep
Golly Gee, shoot I'm mad
Golly Gee shoot I'm mad.
I feel sad
I fell sad
I try I try
I cry I cry
Why?Why?Why?
C'mon guys
C'mon guys
Dang Dang de doodly. How screwy.
Dang Dang de doodly. How screwy.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Damn that Dan.
Damn that Dan.
I wish I may. I wish might.
I wish I may. I wish might.
Oh well, Oh well.
Gee guys this isn't too swell.
Ah hell! Ah hell!
I guess it's just as well.
War after war in the name of his sovereign king
A seventeenth century fury, devoid of all shame
Through pistol, cutlass and rapier, the world knew his name
So too does the Reaper, and beckons to Solomon Kane
.
A time to fight evil with evil, purge wickedness far from the land
Anger, murder and hatred, the cost of the toll
On the brink of destruction he falters, unsure of his stand
No riches, nor rapture enough to replenish his soul
.
A scream from the Devils Reaper
Cuts deep through the ice in your soul
“I have come for you, Solomon Kane”
“To claim back the Time, that you stole”
.
You wake from your world of dreams
The dreams that do haunt you, still
Renounced your evil ways, it seems
No - more you will live, to Kill
.
In penance here, behind these walls of virtue
“Oh! Father, do not make me beg, I pray
Cast from Heavens favour, crowned unholy
Let loose the Devils Children, for to play
.
The corpses piling high, upon the pyre
His bounty just a book and some stale bread
From regal and the noblest of beginnings
Alone there on the road, he’s left for dead
.
Dispense now with the boy you gutter demon
The daggers kiss then stole his life away
“If I kill you, demon, then I am bound for Hell”
“But that’s a price, that I will gladly pay”
.
Adorned by a broad-rimmed hat and a flowing cape
His journey’s long, his homeland’s where he’ll start
His task laid out before him, Merediths escape
No love, nor needless pity, in his heart
.
The preachers flock have changed now for the worse
They clamber for to tear the flesh, from bone
As MalachI bestowed on each, his curse
The Chapel cellar walls, their only home
.
The fate of defiance is fixing
The Hapless aloft, on the cross
Rain softens a cruel crucifixion
Sweet Meredith’s … not yet lost
.
A Priest sold his soul, to the Devil
At the castle, of Solomons birth
Welcome home, Solomon Kane
His friends, cut to bits in the dirt
.
“Forsake me not, Heavenly Father”
“Do I call on your Mercy, in vain”
Redemption lies there, at Your Alter
“RETURN TO ME” ….. Solomon Kane
.
There once was a time, full of burden
A time without hope, for a Saviour
When no-one would stand against Evil
“THAT TIME, MY LORD.... NOW IT IS OVER”
Solomon possessed a gift
'Wisdom' was her name
He courted her most graciously
And soon her sisters came.
When 'understanding' raised her head
Solomon was there
And wisely let her lead the way
To things both rich and rare.
'Knowledge' seemed a burden
She was so vast and wide
He shared her with his heads of state
And all were satisfied.
'Discernment' spoke so softly
Sometimes t'was hard to hear
Her words were like the finest gold
T'was wise to keep her close; he held her very dear.
'Healing' caught him by surprise
She just showed up one day
"Because you sought the kingdom first
I'm yours, your gift to stay."
Diverse was she who 'speaks in tongues'
But Solomon was wise
And all that she revealed to him
He quickly analyzed.
The last to come was 'Prophecy'
In visions sure and true
And dreams of futuristic things
She showed him all things new.
"These seven gifts," said Solomon
Have answered all my 'whys'
What looked to me like vanity
I see with better eyes.
RETA PRUITT
August 29, 2016
lovely woman- -
follow tracks of the sheep;
by shepherd tents graze
a favorite mare
harnessed by Pharaoh- -
beside you it pales
your beautiful eyes
sparkle the dark of midnight- -
I feel your breath
There was a guy who didn’t know much
Set out to study the Bible a bunch
Song of Solomon he read
To the Lord he was then led
Now salvation is not only a hunch
I tried to write a poem the way that Solomon wrote about his prize,
But you don’t seem to fit the mold you don’t have a pair of flighty eyes.
And evidently he liked the fact and it seems that it raised his hopes,
When he would sniff her hair and it smelled just like mountain goats.
And I think that your dental hygiene is something you should keep,
Evidently his girl’s teeth were fuzzy and reminded him of sheep.
I really don’t mean to bring him down by making these funny quips,
But I would have to truly say there’s nothing threadlike about your lips.
And apparently his girl’s temples looked like a pomegranate slice,
When I look at you, your face is fruit free and I think that’s very nice.
Your neck does a fantastic job and I could nuzzle it by the hour,
But I can’t say that there is anything about it that reminds me of a tower.
And when my eyes wander lower than your neck to see your special features,
There’s nothing about them that vaguely reminds me of any woodland creatures.
So I don’t know if my ability is hindered by my talents or by your good looks,
But I’d sure like to see a picture of his girl; I bet she’d be one for the books.
A song of songs
Of a love so strong,
A serenade of love-
The inexpressible,now heard
Spelt out ,in passion's word.
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