Best Trinity Poems
The center of energy resides in my heart
Wherein the seed of divinity shant ever depart
There 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
The ground was strewn with fragrant,
freshly cut grass,
blue sky shined like glass,
cool breeze stirred the willow tree,
birds chirped beneath the window panes,
loveliness for everyone to see,
houses surrounded by flower beds,
charming landscapes, a rich day,
regal in every way,
eyes can’t seem to turn away,
something glorious
on this Trinity Sunday
They're pagans on ice with wood sticks
And maximum pain each inflicts
But Saint Patrick knows
God prefers trios
Like three-leaf shamrocks and hat tricks
Self-discovery, a path beauteous
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made
When aligned with voice of conscience righteous
Bliss fills us as a consciousness upgrade
Ensconced in rapture thus, by day and night
Our attention is soon internalised
Wisdom downloads follow, clear is our sight
In timeless time, God within’s realised
Love, wisdom and power to co-create
The threefold flame of Christ within us glows
Soul presence celebrates at heaven’s gate
There’s no doubt, for we’re in the boat God rows
Oh hermit, know that we’re he, who we seek
God in-dwells within ~ let’s take a sneak peek
03-June-2022
I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer
II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice - may tag along ...
No hell, rapture, predestination
The big one: anti-Trinitarian
"Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie
To me and you, on works by Aaron Block, I rely!
III
But why do they choke & bother
That Christ, SENT, is only Savior & Brother
Who did die for humanity's sins
"YHWH only should be worshipped, even in hymns"
And Jesus dare not come again
Once is enough? No clouds, No rapture!
What do JWs gain? They "think" only how they're trained
NOTE: 1.Charles Taze Russell, in the 1870s, developed the Jehovah's Witnesses based on his Bible Classes given in Pittsburg, PA., USA. He was joined in 1876 by Barbour, but JWs used the King James Bible until Nathan Knorr et. al., (JWs) "translated" their New World Translation Bible.
2. Spoken Word churches, inspired by William Brennan, may also be a subject.
rise above
oh bride abide in arms of love--and trinity of light.
I have slipped into the sorrow
and now I climb back out.
I foresee a great tomorrow
when I will feel no doubt.
Many times I reach the border
where words do pass and fade.
I rest my head on golden shoulder
and hear my serenade.
Quiet eyes do love me surely.
The gentle holds my hand.
See how light can shine so purely.
I hope I understand.
Presence I have known forever,
in one where once was three.
The secret to eternal life
is just Him, You, and Me.
CROSS
Sign of
Jesus Christ
His deep passion,
Grace and sacrifice
To make us see His light
After His death, rose to life!
Risen Lord, Son of the Father
You are our Savior, our Redeemer
Your Spirit dwells among us forever!
March 4, 2015 11.50 pm
By Leonora G.
(- a try of etheree)
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HOLY TRINITY
(rhyme)
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
\ ************ /
\ *********** /
Jesus shows Himself, His full Glory
In three persons - The Holy Trinity
A triangular form like my poem, Etheree
In His sides, angles and words, He kept us lovingly
Holy Trinity is said when making a sign of the cross
In the name of God the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
For He saved all mankind from darkness of sins without a cost
To light our path forever… in Him, we will never get lost.
March 4, 2015 11.50pm
By Leonora G.
-A Blessed Lenten and Easter Season to all of you my very dear poet friends! May God bless us all! Biggest hugs!
Bubbly with laughter and beautiful as turtledoves
Running ever faster
But only fast enough to catch
My love
Let her live a happy eternity
Hardships be lost
Any cost for her is never too much
For me
Her smile is my greatest treasure
No tears allowed
When Aunty Reecie is around to
Stay forever.
~Reecie
P.S. It's meant to be read as a loop so each stanza connects to the one before and so the final line of each is not only an ending but a begining to the next part. This poem never ends, essentially, because my love for her will never end.
Come to me..
And I will quench.
Umbrella free..
And I will drench.
Fill your rivers..
Every one.
Morning grass..
I rest upon.
Cut the rock
In Canyon Grand.
Cool you as
Your skin is fanned..
Descend to earth
As sad clouds cry,
Restore the arid
Desert, dry.
I feed each seedling
Help them grow..
Science spells me
Two H, one O
I shift with ease
From glass, to sky
Can drip or run
No captive, I
I fill you up
In dust you'll rest.
It's life I bring
I am the best..
A timeless presence;
A pool, so balmy..
Respect me though.
I am tsunami
From dinosaur
To new born babe,
I never leave..
Despite the grave.
On Earth I'm gold.
A gift, you see..
My value is
Polutant-free
The greatest solvent
Of them all..
Mix mortar for
The strongest wall..
I lubricate
The thirsty tongue,
I wet the whistler's
Tuneful song
Creator's brush
On canvas white.
A thousand words
With ink I write..
So treat me well
And you will find
To planet home
I will be kind..
Reflect and twinkle
In your eyes.
Rescuing souls
As I baptise..
A miracle of nature
Me.
Reminding of
The Trinity.
Jinjagoliath
15th October 2022
GOD THE FATHER
JESUS THE SON
HOLY SPIRIT
TRINITY
Amen
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1. God - Passionless Love
lotus blossoms float
waves of fireflies light night air
hold you in my arms
2. Jesus - Executive Summary
sex sex sex sex sex
sex sex sex sex sex sex sex
sex sex sex sex sex
3. Holy Ghost - Scary Part
love that's felt not seen
surprise of stranger's aura
God's daily rainbow
Brian Johnston
November 22, 2015
Condemned king to death by Pirate, scourged and crowned with thorns
Flesh torn in payment for our sins, Jesus took up His cross
Falling for the first time drained by weight upon his shoulders
Surrounded by hate, his mother's presence lighted his face
Footsteps began faltering Simon helps carry his cross
Veronica wiped man's cruelty from our Saviour's face
Falling a second time his strength failed dwindling to the ground
Kind women weep not for for me but yourself and children's sake
He fell a third time dragged then prodded to move forward
Stripped of his garments my merciless executioners
Nailed unto a cross hands and feet until his cruel end
He commended his soul to the Father's love then breathed his last
Taken down placed onto our blessed mother's loving arms
His body wrapped and anointed with spices placed in the tomb
Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever
Poem by Cmack Estevez
I grew with friends from Elementary
I grew with bloods in Middle School that I knew in 2nd grade.
But I never screw up in the poverty North Eastside streets of Screwtown.
Jasper Aaron Banks was my homeboy for life from sixth to eight grade he kept me away from the gang stuff.
He knew I had potential in something unique and special so he wanted me to focus on my writing while he gang bangs.
He told me there’s more in life than being all hard and banging.
He was my nigga till the end
We share
We care
We ride
We didn’t hide
We had everything in common when it came to rap and movies.
Jasper was like a friendly Casper that influence me to the positivity road.
But what struck me was that he ended up being paralyzed by a group of disgraceful wannabe Crabs that dress like crap with bullets bleeding out on his lower back Lord it should’ve been me not him.
His life was ruined when he ended up in a wheelchair.
He was only 13 like my age .
He was so young and so was I
A victim by the hands of a wannabe
They might’ve wet my homeboy up but they couldn’t shut him up forever with them bullets
My homeboy still lives.
I love this guy like a brother and always eternally.
He’s wasn’t no water to me he was thicken blood to me in my sickening system.
He was my family.
But all I know is that I made it as a poet and this is dedicated to all the bloods that I respect growing up with in Houston for 12 years and to the other bloods stay up and keep your head up.
Jasper is my ride and die till the end
Titus Devante Scott is my side nigga
Jamarkus Dwayne Henry my ride and die till the end
And everybody that I grew with in Trinity Gardens in Houston down to that 77016 I’m still loyal and bout it.
Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever till the casket drops.
Rejoicing tongues taste a tripled fortnight of psalms.
Parched throats anointed with vintage myrrh
commemorate a solemn departure.
Hands reflecting no piercings -
Feet devoid of spiked reverence and divinity
expire within the jackal’s private Calvary;
a dark abyss strangled with misguided beggars
blindly choosing a Dante's purgatory for themselves.
For they shun not the light dispersing absolution - selfish claws
steal this lambency to illuminate the plight of their own wickedness.
Fiery angels rarely dance atop fraudulent tombs drowning in self-worship;
they are quietly reborn between clasped palms praising a resurrection.