Best Unlocking Poems
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will
Grow strangely dim in the
light of His glory and grace."***
OH! When your eyes are turned upon
Jesus! You won't be looking towards
Earthly things. Your heart will indeed
Rejoice and your spirit will sing!***
"Isn't He wonderful, wonderful, wonderful?
Isn't Jesus my Lord wonderful?***
Wonderful! Wonderful! Jesus!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Lord!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Savior!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Friend!***
I can see the wonderful glory of the Lord!
I can see the beautiful glory of the Lord!
Shining down upon the world today!***
What more can we give to Jesus?
When He has given all that He had to
Give us! Should we give Him our Land
and our Silver and Gold!?
When all that He wants is our hearts!
The Golden Keys unlocking our heart's door.
When all He wants is our minds, bodies,
Souls and Spirits!
When all He desires is to be our own
personal friend and redeemer! Once
He has blessed us and kept us!
He sets us free to become a blessing
To our families, and our friends!
Every day Turn! Turn! Turn!
Your eyes upon the face of Jesus!
Every hour Turn! Turn Turn!
Your eyes upon your wonderful Jesus!
Every moment Turn! Turn! Turn!
Your eyes upon your wonderful Jesus!
Every twinkling of your eyes
Turn! Turn! turn!
OH! Why not freely give Him that which
Rightfully should belong to Him?
Why not give unto Him the Golden Keys
Unlocking Your Heart's Door!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy1954/ October Country
January 29-30, 2021
Your eyes upon your wonderful Lord!
A woman’s core lies hidden in the seed of a bud--
the key to her heart, found deep inside:
while a male chases that perfume so sweet ,
he needs to explore her mystique, untold.
Poetic language, oh, she will ignore,
for to court a maiden fair, the test is arduous…
remember, sugared words flit like a wind .
~
How to conquer her soul, her eternal value,
a man must bear this bud’s many thorns,
and discover the sparkling rose within…
like so, unlock her charmed passion gently
not through rare jewels or over- adulation.
~
What she needs is the rarest dream of all,
this key to her affection is only one, not three:
all she desires from a man is to love her,
and continue to love her well incessantly
until end of twilight hours are fully done.
~
Three Keys Contest
Posted 7/17/2016
Poetry is the key
To open doors inside my mind;
The cluttered cupboard swings open
Releasing hoarded memories in a crashing cascade
Of almost unwanted and not quite forgotten objects,
Complete confusion once supressed behind shut wood
Has erupted and lies in a heap for all to see.
The next door leads outside
To a cold and barren landscape,
A skeletal tree with no leaves
Shakes as wind whistles and weaves
Between branches reaching forlornly
Towards a glimmer which might be the sun.
Down a dark corridor to the last door
Swathed in shadows, eerily quiet
The key clicks in the lock,
I nudge the door open and see the light
Trickle in, feel warm sun on my skin
As I step onto a green lawn with a low stone wall
I sit down and survey my surroundings;
It is peaceful, alone but not lonely,
Because I remember the words you said under the trees that day
And the new certainty that I could find my way.
His unwarranted scorn
Violated sacred visions,
My humanity suffering
Beneath melting words
That threatened to silence
My voice,
Yet I refused to drink
His power.
Volcanic tremors shook off
The invading slime of denial
Long enough to let
The light of truth back in.
Where once there is opportunity
Presented in the eyes of ignorance,
I will not tremble from fear.
I will take that mountain.
Let it be known to all
What a warrior does
When an attack has been fronted.
Let all the people see
What it means
To stand for something
Bigger than any of us.
I will not back down.
Now is the time
When forces will be reckoned with.
Watch as I take on
The personification
Of one who hears
The bells tolling,
Unafraid to announce
The proclamation.
Who can say
What fears address the
Inhabitants of society?
Who can know the danger
Of rebelling against common thought,
Choosing to seek understanding
Outside imagined boundaries,
And discovering a much better world?
Still, I walk beside
The murky waters
Of our consequences,
Firmly intuitive,
And completely aware.
The challenge isn't
unlocking minds
Already open.
In the beginning quasars burst forth, primal stars born
Ionised light suffused, a cosmic primeval dawn
Later man came along, looked west, awestruck by the sun
One morn an eclipse came to pass, blotting out his sun
Man huddled together, fear of the unknown was born
They surmised god was in the sky, controlling the dawn
Intelligence was naive, as sense was yet to dawn
Eons passed, man grew quite clever, unlocking the sun
Now splits atoms in labs, with AI primed to be born
We had no choice but to be born, wake up one dawn, feel god and the sun
The new becomes old, and no one notices.
When the old was new, there was a motive
To plan ahead and take liberation back
When blacks were mistreated and under attack.
Before then, we were royalty with a mighty purpose,
Before being enslaved by the ones who convinced us we were worthless.
We were transformed from riches, and they took our land away,
Only to be brought to America on ships and made slaves.
Now the time has come to set things astray;
It's time to elevate our minds from a sleepless state.
No more being controlled and put in shackles.
My Black race, let's take over and show them we matter.
We will have the courage to fight every demon;
With God on our side, they're going to pay for every beating.
So let's not sit back and be afraid anymore.
Heaven is unlocked, and "My God" is walking through the door.
To save His people, His most precious jewel,
With our spirit reborn into a diamond of renewal.
The time has come to just say goodbye
Because this Caucasian race will fall on its side!
I wish you could look at someone,
and
in just the tilt of your head
when you look at them
or the wrinkle of your face
when they make you smile,
that overlooked little gesture could
have the power
to unlock all the secrets of your life.
Like a silent movie,
your past,
the pain you have dealt with,
the joys you have come to find;
it would all be projected before them
as an intimate look into your soul.
You could allow them
to see what you've seen
and to feel what you've felt-
but on a smaller scale
so it doesn't
break their heart
and destroy them
as it did to you;
Yet still,
it makes them deeply aware of
all your fears
and your dreams.
Those few seconds would be
the most intimate
dance of emotion
you'd ever share with someone,
and they'd know
exactly who you are
because of that experience.
Unlocking the heart
Words that flow naturally
Unlock life's deepest thoughts.
Finding the dearest or dreariest.
Enlightening intensely.
Unlocking mysteries.
Seizing ecstasy…experiencing.
Loving God and teaching.
Reaching…maturity.
Together, life, love, and wisdom,
Flow, hand in hand, knowing.
Growing, making being replete—
Unlocking the heart.
Until the soul…becomes,
Complete.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 3, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
let's untie
all grips
that tie us back
We are so fragile
as our dreams...
Let the heart
does not be hostage
of our weaknesses anymore
and let's so thus
be free,
to love again!
Gleaming smile,
reflecting life...
nurture with joy
what lives within.
Content heart,
reach out and share
with others your secret...
to live and breath easier.
Nothing can ease
the burden on your shoulders,
if the cause of its heaviness
is regarded with negligence.
The hunger for anything
can be satisfied by wisdom,
not by wishful thinking...
godly thoughts lead to freedom.
Control your desires,
and restrain your urges,
don't hope to get to Heaven...
analyze your faults and kneel down.
Love whoever you choose,
make sure your fragile heart won't bruise
from the mistakes you can make...
once it shatters, it can't be reshaped.
Unlocking these secrets
widens your knowledge,
and prevents many headaches
from turning into rage.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
His crooked white clock
On night stand like a black block.
Time stands still on clock.
Music making us unlock
Our hearts out of every block.
It is hard and not easy
To unlock the rusted key
Inside your heart, your so afraid
To trust again, somebody made
You so fragile and unsure
To find a new love as the cure
For mending sorrow and hurt
Once you've been treated like dirt
Stepped on hard and kicked around
Stomping your faith in the ground
You just wither, scared to bloom
Into someone that can zoom
The past away and make you see
I am the one who can be
The sunshine and loving shower
Giving you the kind of power
Pushing you out of the soil
Into a new loving world
“Press home to unlock”
Sorry,I can’t press
Home to unlock now
How to disturb her
She’s fast asleep night
An old manual typewriter
sits on a hill of dust.
Is that hunched ghost
your wordless self?
Does that self
with its thick fingers
still hammer out a silence,
upon a borderless page,
one that you now interpret,
adding thin strips of madness
on a skin of light?
I don’t know you
You don’t know me
And what we see
Is all perceived
It’s not based on reality
But I see that box
It’s a heat shaped box
That’s securely locked
Which contains your heart
And my jaw it drops
Because I’ve never needed
Anything like this
I never desired anything more
Than what’s within your box
That heart shaped box
With the secure lock
Which if I take time over
And take stock
I may find away to breach
And open the box and see
Your passionate heart
Which bleeds with love
And which I want to cherish
Oh! So much
So give me some encouragement
That I can acquire your love.