Best Source Poems
The center of energy resides in my heart
Wherein the seed of divinity shant ever depart
Their joy's root anchors firmly, yet lightly
In my I AM presence it shines ever brightly
The Trinity is embodied in three glorious plumes
Blue, yellow, and pink; It's grand sacred rooms
Of Power and Wisdom and Eternal Love
Father, Son, Holy Spirit; on earth and above
The Threefold Flame I humbly seek
To arrive at last to the spiritual peak
With elation I fulfill my reason to be
The Liberty Flame! My soul's eyes can now see
At long last I've completed my life's fated course
As my soul splendidly weds the One Supreme Source
Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,
I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,
We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament,
I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy,
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,
Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms of Armageddon,
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -
J.A.B.
To The Unknown Source
To whom this may concern,
I commit my soul, my worm.
I live from day today, as some say…
when I bite the Clover, it is over.
Love Hallowed if it be thy name,
I have heard of thy precept fame.
May thy kingdom come among,
in strives my hands I have wrung.
Of my meanness reaping seeps,
I’ve heard of Love, there be sheep.
Goats of mighty ships afloat,
descend into the abyss moat.
If Love be true Love, the will,
of which one’s life should spill,
then my will has been, bitter pill,
of bitterness has been my seal.
Forgive me as I will forgive,
of this Love I forever will live.
Of my daily bread I will be fed,
feeding my neighbors as I am lead.
Of whom this may concern,
commit I myself of Thee to learn.
Of awesome Precept I am kept.
Of beastly concepts I have wept.
Loose the human concept yoke,
of bitterness pill I am thus broke,
by concepts of which I spoke.
Humans in gross darkness grope.
For Frank’s
Compose a prayer
No I am not as unfamiliar with God as this poem would suggest,
But few know the Source fully as the Love that He actually is.
“Because strait and narrow is the way, few there be that find it.”
Worlds apart, yet so very close
As two hearts can beat as one
The sun shines upon us both
Then evening moon does come
We share a place we call our own
When the moon then sheds its light
We meet there, in shadow cast
As day turns into night
You wait for me in lover’s robe
As I come into view
The smile that you give to me
I then give back to you
With your hand, you take my own
You lead me to your tree
Beneath the arms, its mighty limbs
We share love, you and me
Betwixt by nighttime’s hidden glow
Our hearts then shine, form light
Caressing skin, with lips so soft
We bathe in our delight
As the moon, so then descends
To the other side of the earth
We whisper into each other’s ears
A thanks for our rebirth
I believe the sun will shine vibrantly as always on every living thing, as the earth wakes to its brilliant nourishing life-giving beams.
I believe the grass will remain a shimmering emerald green, soft as nature's carpet beneath my feet as I stroll in sunlit streams.
As I observe, smell, touch and feel all that is about, I know as well that what resides within this vessel emanates from the source.
I believe this energy is in everything and has neither beginning nor end, is beyond measure and eternal.
Within resides a boundless chasm of knowledge, an everlasting, awesome and amazing force.
Hate,
You came to me
When I was a child
I don’t want you to
Be near me
Ever again
It was during WW2
Japan ruled
Koreans obeyed
One day
Mother came home
With tears in her eyes
Her voice filled with bitterness
A Japanese soldier kicker her
With his heavy boots
In a busy street
Where everyone was watching
Watching her bruised knees
Discolored shins
I felt hatred filling my entire being
Spreading like a wild fire
Not only against the soldier
But against all Japanese
I was a seven year old boy then
Late in life
I realized:
This must be how we learn to hate
A person and a nation
If unchecked, the hate will grow
Like wild fire
Spreading all over
Mother taught me to love
She said love was like
Spring sunshine
Helping people to get out
Of their cocoons
And mingling with others
As brothers and sisters
But how can I love
Instead of hate?
I did not tell myself to hate
It happened without trying
When I saw Mother’s bruised knees
Ugly face of hate filling my entire being
With the red banner of death
Coaxing me to revenge
Can I shove this hate
In the chamber of my will power?
Or Will it explode with mighty fury?
Or should I pray to God to diffuse it?
The year 2017 will I not forget
at that time received really bad news
diagnosed with prostate cancer no less
shaken in my core really got the blues
But God drew near in midst of it
showing Christ is indeed my mighty rock
He brought calming peace in the situation
whispering His love in midst of my shock
When you're told you've got cancer
it takes some moments to sink in
in my case, it was just five per cent
then the treatment would have to begin
But Jesus was with me through it all
proving Himself a saviour of all might
touching me in and through my treatment
so that I would know His awesome light
Now in 2018, I am much better
majority of cancer is now gone
trusting the healer to do it all
dispels the darkness before the dawn
(Recounting my experience of 2017 having been diagnosed with prostate cancer and praising God for his healing hand in touching my body in his power and now feeling much better with needing no more treatment just 6 monthly checkups.)
Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
If one wishes with his spiritual source to connect
He has but his inner self to divinity's laws subject
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 May 2018
Whenever there are cold cruel cries
Times of India appears in full-size
For help of common to criticize
All unjust, biased and unfair ties.
All articles or poems to visualize
Are supplied freely by the Wise.
We feel after reading it energize
Quench of knowledge here pacifies.
All sort of news or ads or pies
Are available in format revise.
I tell all my children to idolize
TOI as it never does pressurize
One to form opinion and actualize
Things and never does stupefies.
Gives articles to easily memorize
Or modern development supplies
On different arenas edgewise.
Has decency if wronged to apologize
And never we found it terrifies;
For Improvement TOI is a device
Never taught us to compromise.
Let mater be national or localize
Gets place in it to immortalize.
Hoping better future TOI allies
And for our metal exercise.
December 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on 2John-3John-Jude
Key Verse– 2John 1:9 Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of Christ, hath not God. He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both the Father and the Son.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DOCTRINE SOURCE
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your truth’s setting
Thank You for enabling me to walk after Your commandments’ pointing
Along Your grace, mercy and love’s anointing---
Surely, I rejoice greatly in Your vibrant greeting.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your declaration’s confession
Thank You for pardoning me for my admitted transgression
Along Your goodness, hope and compassion---
Surely, I abide always in Your enlightening revelation.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your health-wellness’ prosperity
Thank You for leading me in my journey of Christian charity
Along Your principles, precepts and statutes’ authority---
Surely, I listen eagerly to Your promises with their certainty.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your fellowship’s fullness
Thank You for writing unto me Your salutation of graciousness
Along Your kindness, peace and joyfulness---
Surely, I follow Your steps with submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your calling’s diligence
Thank You for rescuing me from slothfulness causing negligence
Along Your advice, counsel and admonition against pride’s resurgence---
Surely, I humble before Your altar with my obedience.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your eternity’s knowledge
Thank You for making me choose Your grants of service-privilege
Along Your instructions, guidance and direction I acknowledge---
Surely, I cling firmly to Your assurance devoid of any sacrilege.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your work’s testament
Thank You for prodding me to make a difference against defilement
Along Your wisdom, holiness and faithfulness-bestowment---
Surely, I exalt Your name in my stewardship and discipleship’s fulfillment.
December 18, 2023
If one’s mother-in-law is a woman Hitler, the father-in-law might be a fatal whiner!
Horrible women are sure to abuse
the spouses who bow and scrape to such shrews.
Merciless, malicious, manipulating matriarchs make mere mortal meek men miserable.
Dec. 17, 2015
Anagrams: Mother-in-law/woman Hitler; father-in-law/ fatal whiner
On the outer edge of Kemble
there’s a stone upon the green
where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond.
It seeps and then it flows
under bridges as a stream
towards the narrowboats of Lechlade and beyond.
There is peace and so much beauty
from The Isis* to The Thames
winding dreams around the spires along its course.
It flows on through The Tideway
'til its journey finally ends
at The North Sea many miles from its source.
* The Isis is an alternative name given to the River Thames from its source in the Cotswolds until it is joined by The Thame (a Thames tributary) at Dorchester in Oxfordshire - after which it is more generally referred to as The Thames.
Love is Source
~love is life, the one suffice,
should I be death’s curse?
do I hate?
In Honor of Dr Ram
And Contest
I was thinking of the soul
that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place
where-in the mossy ground of a sacred forest,
a portal existed, below the quadrivail
of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by many ages-
the periscopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of
the most, unbelievable blue.
Precious, orange zircons formed the floor
ligures for holy men’s robes
a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
knowable, only by divine revelations.
And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.
For Shadow’s Word Challenge