Best Threefold Poems
When the dusk bleeds
epitaph roses,
and the blackbird sings
wilted elegies,
I search for a glimpse of gold
beneath tender ingrains of
soundless tears and sightless fears.
But to feel the broken wings of life,
must I breathe coffin-laced vows
amidst the haunting air
that tastes like stone-sleet sorrow?
For I’ve long been a phantom bride
to the deadliest fangs of the devil,
veiled in vicious violets,
throned in the tempest of torment,
plagued by a curse
spelled as lethal love,
concealing threefold threats
between vampire verses,
with moonlit musings
stuck in the ice-cold
embrace of death…
O raven heart, what am I to trust
when bluest bruises are believed
in the figment of fog’s fine art,
cornered in the catacomb cacophony,
choking the chorus of mourning?
I walk on sharpened eggshells,
afraid of the unwelcome fist of abuse,
with ashes of promises~
fed from the claws of
the beloved Satan,
cloaked in Romeo’s ruby ruins,
reciting sepulcher chants,
confusing the sun in my soul,
constricting the tunnel of trauma,
exhaling the naive
rhythm of my name.
As I am the essence
of collapsed crystals,
a whimsical wreckage,
ostracized and strangled,
while silence knows
the seething symphony of shame.
As tomorrow is a sickening cyclone
awaiting to condone patience,
humming heinous hymns
to soothe the scarred cracks
that grew within the hellish haven
of wicked wilderness,
that homed corpse flowers of fragility,
oblivious to the pain
hanging on hollow walls,
highlighted with
gruesome glows of glistening grief,
when truth is
obscured in strained stains
of clandestine chaos...
The threefold flame of Christ keeps burning bright
Deep in our hearts sown as seed of our life
Its plumes flare as soothing fountain of light
Guards mind and soul when devil’s snare runs rife.
Threefold flame of Christ is a faithful friend
With trio-arms hugging our discernments~
God’s power, God’s wisdom and God’s love blend
For our Christian growth and empowerment.
God’s power sparks our strength and endurance
God’s wisdom directs our gifts of free-will
God’s love glows our compassion’s abundance
In our emptiness, His Trinity refills.
If we hold the grip of Christ’s threefold flame
We’ll not walk spiritually blind or lame.
July 20,2022 10.35pm
Christ the Suffering is the fire of love
The red flame that flows within every plant, person and dove
Who sacrificed itself on each tree in sight
For the eventual victory of the tranquil light
Christ the Messiah is the flame of power
The golden fire that shines goodness into each flower
Showing its life to those asleep during night
Repelling the endless shadow of night through its hot might
Christ the Luminous is the flame of wisdom
The blue fire that unveils the all and heaven’s kingdom
Illuminating the caged brain all the way through
Releasing the caged bird to the endless expanse of blue
This is the triple powered flame unquenching
Shining as three endless lamps but is a single white light
That charge that lingers in the air
a hum whistles through every tree,
the truth beneath fictitious layers
where you always wanted to be;
The taste of water on your skin
the heat of fire behind your eyes,
Electric air, it will begin
magic lighting up the night sky;
Take care where the energy goes
the bad will come back in triple,
from your fingertips to your toes,
and it harm none do what you will.
“What is the threefold flame of Christ consciousness, as it is, in its pristine essence, aglow within each of us?”
-Unseeking Seeker
The threefold flame of Christ,
It tugs at our hearts,
It reminds us of our timely sojourn,
Nothing we own of ourselves,
For all, we'll leave behind.
The threefold flame of Christ,
Interwoven into one piece,
Faith, hope and perseverance,
They bring us the promises,
They walk us into the inheritance.
We strive in a complex world,
Its mysteries are incomprehensible,
Our hands work assiduously for our desires,
We get part or all of them,
We part with them at the final call.
We are assured of a better place,
We are consoled by this promise,
Unharmed beauty resides within its walls,
Perfect peace permeates its space,
Gloom and lack do not lurk around.
The threefold flame of Christ,
Nothing more can guide our wandering hearts,
Help us wade through turbulent seas,
Keep us in uncertain times,
Rekindle our dying embers.
June 25, 2022,
Threefold Flame of Christ Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
The Trinity within us is the seed of eternal life. It is God's presence in our souls
that is both manifested here on earth and also present when we reshape at heaven's door
Orbs of beauty grace enhanced
threefold flames of love entranced
enraptured by His light we lanced
follow Him blindly, in a path that has been marked on the day of our precious birth;
Blessed is the fire that burns deep within our soul . It is the flame of the human spirit touched into being by the mysteries of life. It is the fire of reason, the fire of compassion, the fire of community,
the fire of justice, the fire of faith. It is the fire of love burning deep in the human heart that exists with Divine Glow inside every human life.
Threefold flame of the heart
from God we will never be apart
He is our Holy counterpart
June 27, 2022
Refreshing times, an oasis so bright,
Falling on us in this wilderness land,
Living waters pour, a pure delight,
Blessing us and families with a loving Hand.
Our dear kin we hold with grateful heart,
Knowing our latter shall be greater still,
As God's plan for our families will start,
With blessings and love that only He can instill.
In just one moment, new life He will breathe,
Lighting the path for future generations,
With cords of love that strife cannot unsheathe,
Binding us with faith and joyful celebrations.
The treasure box of love, we hold the key,
Lifting His worthy Name with praises above,
Our cry to heaven stirs a new move to see,
A new generation rising with healing and love.
This threefold cord, not easily broken,
Binds us with love, our hearts awoken.
Spirit of the Abba Father rested on him -
Perfect wisdom filled his heart and mind to the brim;
Knowledge, like flesh-and-blood, mixed with divinity,
Drew humans into oceans of infinity...!
Power of mysterious godliness entwined,
Beyond mundane; cosmos of compassion combined;
Heaven heralded messianic marvels mingled,
Sacrifice, suffering and salvation shingled...!
Love so tender; love so warm; perpetual; true;
Pure; powerful; beyond mad-love of mother too;
Completion of love's impressions and expressions,
Beyond skies; yet, measures oceanic cessions...!
Amalgamation of these flames kindles mortals,
Conscience and consciousness turn enlightened portals;
Graces fill; flow; shatter every ill behavior,
Physic and psyche turn vessels of the savior...!
26 June 2022
Threefold flame of Christ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
I knew of a man who journeyed himself a threefold
Before he could face decease.
First, his coming into the world
It was I could say a thrill to all
Albeit the months' trials
He huffed and puffed
Wishing the new environment to be favourable ;
But it felt horrendous
However, he was courageous to endure the child's stage
This: marked the first-ended but starting point of his journey.
Thereafter he embarked on and embraced his secular travel
With the hanker of being an elite
And surely he became,
Achieving his bona fide Masters
With a monthly emolument in his name.
This: paved the path to his final journey.
That was the retired stage
Yes, he journeyed the journey of the old
And found no nicety of this age
Then, on spec, the jealous fate turned him to elapse
Craving the dude's journey to a halt.
Threefold darkness !
A mystery by which creation
Received light that frees mankind
From stronghold of darkness
It started with the son of Amittai
Who needed three dark nights in a fish
Deep in the belly of Ocean
To save a city under siege of darkness
For the man of Tarsus
Three blind nights for a wizard of law
To handle the torch required
To lit shrines of the gentiles
And halt incense from dark altars
On the day of eternal jungle justice
When king of light was the scapegoat
To bear burden of the sinful nature
An eclipse quenched the noon sun
For one-two-three dark hours
Grave received his lifeless battered body
Hell watched for almost three darkness
As equation of destiny was balanced
To fulfill claims of divine justice
Upon his emergence from Hades
The abode of light was opened
This light saints now carry around
Illuminating dark covens and prisons
To set free precious souls
Long held in dungeon.
The eye that see you,
The eye that see me,
The eye that see the world,
Three eyes can never
Be one
I went to church with my daughter and her family
soon after my mom died. I sat between my two grandkids—
one in kindergarten and the other in middle school.
THREEFOLD MOMENT
fractals of my heart,
schematic of special moment,
illuminated as i breathe.
i kiss my fingers
touch his knee, his elbow,
his chin— boo boos
pointed out by him.
his warm lips
touch his fingertips,
land on my heart.
God told him so—
whisper of an angel
or a strong current
protracted by God,
straight to my favorites
this threefold moment
between me, my
six year old grandson
and Comforter God.
11/12/2021
Peter went downwards
Onto a bed of black mud
To rest his filled mind
From questions of the cold wind
And prayed to the Son
For the burning white fire
He was thus blinded
Briefly by a burning light
He opened his eyes
And saw Jesus on the tree
Nailed, bleeding, dying
So, Peter pleaded
And wailed for Elijah‘s light
Wailed for salvation
Christ joyfully laughed three times
Bitter and confused
He raised a question to Christ
“Why are you laughing
As I and the cosmos weep
Tears of stars fall down
As the firmament’s soul breaks?”
The living Jesus
Smiled and answered his brother
“I laughed the first time
Because you fear the cold wind
And the bythus veiled
I then laughed a second time
Because your spirit
Is not ready to feel cold
From the cosmic wind
I laughed the third and last time
Because I am free
From flesh and cosmic waters
I am returning
To the light gardens of rest
Where the burning wind
Blows life on the diamond soil”
Peter glared at him
With his right eye shedding tears
Filled with rose red blood
With his left eye shedding tears
Filled with bitter salt
Christ saw the duality
And gave his last words
“You rejected me three times
And you heard the crow
I have affirmed life three times
I now hear the song
Of a dove calling me home”
With that, Christ transformed
Into a huge Cross of Light
And ascended high
High above the shattered sky
Peter bowed his head
And looked at the shifting earth
And loudly proclaimed
“May Christ the Son’s example
Breathe forth blazing flames
So I will not fear the wind
That cold, cosmic wind
May Barbelo the Mother
The Holy Spirit
Prepare my soul to feel cold
While most gnash their teeth
May the Father of Greatness
The One above god
Free me from flesh and this world
The world of Saklas
Receive me into his love
In the clear garden”
The vision of light ended
And Peter arose upwards
Inspired by the ancient text: The coptic Apocalypse of Peter. And a story from the Desert Fathers.
25-12-2025
God comes in 3 and in 1
He works hard with His team-mates
Displaying no quarrel dawn
To dusk He cooperates
With the others in a form
He’s chosen to reach the goals
He set for earth to reform
He plays all different roles
As the Father the Son and
The holy Spirit He does
This at all times to expand
With great ease and yet no fuzz
But align with what the Lord
Wants one personality
In sync like strings in a chord
They have one mentality
Like an equilateral
They rely on each other
Showing no collateral
Damage that never bother
Jesus is God He once lived
Among us all, clothed in flesh
Yet He was never deprived
Of Holy Spirit they mesh
And through Him all existed
Some of us refuse to see
These facts which can’t be twisted
He spoke and earth came to be