Best Temple Poems
Nearby an ornate edifice meant for the worship of God
I kneel in the clearing of a verdant woods where sun’s light streams down -
spirit-touched, as nature’s choir chants and wind whispers prayers
Written 5/6/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's Sijo in a Temple Poetry Contest
Susannah Wesley’s Apron
No pilgrimage to Israel;
No cloistered cell;
No holy retreat.
Not with ten tumbling children
rumbling through the house.
Despite the chaos and noise,
the never-ending grind of
making ends meet,
the demands of Motherhood.
She made time to talk with God.
Under her own ‘Temple of Meeting’
fashioned from her simple apron
draped over her head, she prayed.
In that holy place, like Moses in the desert,
She met with God.
When the wind blows hard, sometimes it takes possessions from you, but all of a sudden It stops and everything can be replaced.
When the sun burns for longtime, the drought ruins your crops, it takes part of you, but all of a sudden it rains and everything can be harvested again.
When you walked towards me,
you got deep into to my heart.
You made many promises,
you became my everything,
and all of a sudden you left,
maybe my heart will heal, but there will always be a scar.
Sometimes the snow falls when the trees are blooming and the birds have already made their nests. The flowers will wither before their time and the birds, confused, will cry.
The things you do everyday,
the small amount of stones
you put in a wall, it will make big changes for tomorrow.
Your behaviour towards others, your words of compassion, your loyalty, your empathy, your kindness and the warmth that you give without asking for anything in return, will drive away any anger that you may feel, and will strengthen your feelings and your soul.
Your religion is nothing but the way you act. Your temple is nothing but your own body.
You will find your peace when your mind, your heart and the path you walk are in tune.
You are my obsidian dream and I will quarry your love
In the Temples of Oblivion, reveal your secrets to me!
Let us strike a mortal bargain to smite the dull frame of night.
Michael Dom
Sijo in a temple
created 12/12/13 - resurrected 08/05/14
Temple of the Gods
Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean
The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil
In ruins ravaging, they revel a tenacious tenet of their temple
For their mendacious meddle we are the reifier of our vessel
We wilfully wrestle and retire in our denned deceived nestle
We are the many among the few evitative as we quietly ensue
For we must rise and renew all sexes seduced within their skew
Time to be trusted and true him or her who sees the veils thru
Constructs that construe dimensional drifts solos in the goo.
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as madam
deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
tallat--A loft.
dered – past tense of "to dere", an archaic word meaning to harm
level – various common meanings
tenet – a belief or principle
reifier – someone who reifies (considers an abstract concept to be real)
denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
evitative – a grammatical case indicating fear or aversion.
sexes – plural of sex
sees – third-person present tense of ‘to see’
solos – plural of solo
May.08.2018
Palindromes
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I am dancing
Twirling and whirling
Hands and face open to the sun
Lost in the infinite You
Draped in gauze and silks
Whirling and twirling
To the sounds of chants and drums
As the deep tones of the monks
Melt into the tender tones of nuns
I am dancing, dancing
Yes, yes I sit here stiff and graying
But bathed in this golden light
In my heart I am limber and strong
For my spirit dances round and round
As I fold into this universal song
I always thought this was a castle when I was little
Beautiful. Magic
on a spiritual high
We’d like to be shooting straight for heaven
Im going there someday ..
my kinda place ???
Heaven on earth.
“if this isn’t your castle, then you’re not my prince”
Yep this is what I’m passionate about, just waiting for the moment to take it to the next level.
“Come follow me”
Y’all don’t even know how much I love to see the temple…
I love this
better than anything on the strip. ending Sunday/Vegas trip (:
Although I love to see the temple, I love attending it even more. What a blessing.
Best place ever.
The House of The Lord.
Beautiful day at the temple
This is what my schedule revolves around
Home sweet home :-)
I need a dose of this; I hope for tomorrow:)
My goal is to be married in the temple # families are forever #till eternity
My favorite Temple one day I shall be sealed there for eternity ! # happily ever after
The most beautiful place on planet earth!
“The path we take to perfection isn’t ever as straight as we want it to be., but truth is, we all have peaks and valleys. Some of our peaks are a little higher and some of our valleys are a little lower, but as long as your path is still going up, you’ll be okay in the end. Sometimes you have to stub your toe just to remind yourself you can walk… oh… sorry.”
Demesne
at Pergamon
stirred an epiphany.
The Aqueducts, Acropolis,
propinquity, Temple Dionysus,
Trajan Temple- all so magnificent.
Persian, Greek, and Roman wonders;
some standing, most lying...
erstwhile kingdoms,
all gone.
I viewed
and imagined
robust efflorescence
that once filled this bucolic place.
Dalliance here, much too ephemeral.
Damp ruins- yellow soil stirred petrichor.
Wild grass, broken art; redolent
grave serendipity...
wars...harbinger...
of loss.
March 20, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: A Day In A Town
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 04/14/2016
Required words in order of appearance:
demesne, epiphany, propinquity, erstwhile, efflorescence, bucolic, dalliance, ephemeral, petrichor, redolent, serendipity, harbinger
Quiz Contest question
define God in a word
"Mom" won first prize
If Mom equals God
why nowhere temples for Mom?
"Womb" is her temple
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By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011
For Soup Contest
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Earlier : 7th Place in Members Contest - Senryu for Mom by Francine Robert
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Our voyage begins holding each other
slowly captivating space filled magic begins
warmly with glory be sings under spells
Grace is blessed always
with deep warm joy kissing beats
the true love inside fails to die
A hunter's moon smiles in the Heaven's
under the cradle of thoughts over and back gently whispers
your starlight gives birth to beauty gentle dove
Entering the soul kingdom opening chambers
adorned tourmaline inside this rainbow key of divine colours
a treasure uniquely true rare shines through pure
unrhymed tercets
I am the Temple
I am the temple
Baptized in rain
Weaned by the sun
I am the temple
A manifestation of glory
Well-formed beyond perception
I am the temple
Capable of cored inner peace
Taught by the blossoms of the great oak
United in matrimony to the wind
I am the temple
Mystical in origin
Halved with the contents of the ocean
Bathed in dewy blades of grass
I am the temple
Wired to heal
Mulit-layered with creative energy
Painting realities across life’s canvas
I am the temple
In its purest and truest form
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We are all children from the Heavenly garden...
Regardless of the weeping that sometimes does us pardon...
Crying in the vine when a favourite toy disappears...
Where sometimes there is no sign of life through these mirrors...
Standing in the rain...we cry and weep...
Sometimes praying for that Eternal sleep...
Trying with a heavy heart that has since come apart...
With a weight upon one's soul, that has lost complete control...
Crowning the face of each choice when truths do appear...
Finding direction, changing routes not yet visible or perfectly clear...
All of our paths crossed for genuine reasons I do believe...
fate we sit in the shadows lost....wishing to perceive...
Every last soul's wish that we could change what we cannot arrange...
All the pain that does drip down as rain...
We'll let the drops fall, whether large or quite small...
Until love sets us free once again....
A co written piece by Christian McNeil and Liam Mc Daid
Spending the Night in a Temple
The ice rains hard upon the temple walls
As the fires within keep the visitors warm
The 2 brothers deep in a fever lie head to head
And hold hands
A girl raised above them on a cot reads sacred scriptures
Only she can understand
And the ancient grandmother and grandfather hold vigil
Over the shivering boys
The temple keepers bring bowls of food to the weary
As apparitions appear and disappear
In front of the dragon shrine
Another tired band of travelers wander in
Bringing with them a gust of frigid air
And take refuge on mattresses lined against the wall
Everyone gathers closer for warmth
Even the mouse cat braves the human presences
The boys’ fevers rise higher and higher
Hands are held more tightly
The ice falls harder echoing throughout the mountain night
And the entire temple slowly drifts into 1000 years of sleep
SHELLS
sea shore
ocean calls
saunter listlessly
temple chimes serenade
emerald waves roll away
"each shell hides an untold story"
June 4, 2022
Followed format for Clarity Pyramid
Another Kind of Temple
Imagine a temple’s arches
To be the boughs of ancient trees;
This is a holy place as sure
As those man-made curves could be.
Here in my back yard cathedral,
I rest in flower glass windows and stone,
Though its dappled beauty is quiet,
And I am here alone.
Here to dream of Your works
And these You “wonderfully made”
Whether in hot sun they be,
Or morning’s early shade.