Tympani, thy tyranny.
Prisoner of the noise:
Soulless is this symphony!
Deepen, O my ploys!
Tangled in an oak tree s roots?
Tide rushing in fast?
Succor, sailors? Little boots!
Life preserver, cast!
Where do pining poems go?
Carrion, feed thy crow.
All lost souls to heaven go?
Hell, thy rows to hoe.
Blessed are the blasphemers?
Not entirely, sir.
How the hungry tiger purrs!
Vision, now to blur!
Old diner, thy jukebox.
Play simple tunes for folk.
O Elysian fields, thy phlox.
Dinosaur egg, yolk.
But, in times of warning?
The panic bell is best.
Sweaters wool, thy darning.
Pirate treasure, thy chest.
Sorted out? Without a doubt.
World unfriendly, be.
Cursed demons, give a shout.
Sunken in the sea.
Hope, be with the poet!
Grant shelter to the bard!
Otherwise, you know it!
Fry deeply, O my lard...
Enraged raw and spitting
Love warped beyond identity
Ten fingers ready to in-dulge
Sick offerings real men can't abide
Scarring rosette flesh once, always
Memories etched eternal
Blasphemers amuck, still free
Where is the Newberry blade
Cast upon ogres smiling with glee
Revulsion retching tears without salt
Anguish of hopeless helpless men
Protection eludes soul aching ire
Never settle for less than hellfire
Abbots of darkness
bishops of pain
Cloistered in dogma
praying for rain
Thunderous chanting
tempest above
Damning false prophets
blessing a dove
Grace comes a hailstorm
Coventry’s shame
Lost in its downpour
thirst to remain
Warning blasphemers
in skies that portend
Ordained and self-serving
the drought never ends
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Perilous Times
Miracle Man
8/11/2023
Today we’re facing challenges,
beyond our imagination.
We seek God’s face in prayer,
and wait for God’s cessation.
Votes are sold for the prospect,
of getting something free.
Electing those to some office,
who never seem to agree.
We take the life of the unborn,
and morals aren’t as has been.
To finance life improvements,
we legalize all sorts of sin.
As we bravely face each new day,
trouble lurks at every bend.
I feel things won’t get better,
until God declares, the end.
2nd Timothy chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
Is Judgment Near
Miracle Man
2/11/2022
It’s more than a virus infecting the land,
we awaken each day to a state of paranormal.
My thoughts are that God has removed his hand,
and things will never return to being normal.
Prophecy is being fulfilled as each day goes by,
are we nearing the day when man will succumb?
Protest is rampant, and for free stuff is the cry,
the peace that man seeks God says won’t come.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
'This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.'
Last Days
Written: by Miracle Man
1/27/2021
Like Sodom and Gomorrah the world is living,
we’re compromising daily, our morals, in stages.
Hurrying through life harboring some misgiving,
burning precious time, turning our last pages.
As clock time, becomes more time foregone,
we grasp for straws thought to be inspiring.
In time, many become an emotional pawn,
and the straws grasped, were seldom aspiring.
2 Timothy Chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
Perilous Times
Written: by Miracle Man
September 25, 2020
Lord, Hear our prayers as we intercede,
on behalf of our troubled world today.
Disobedient people good thoughts impede,
and each day brings some new affray.
Today we are living in those perilous times,*
that you said the last days would bring.
The media reports daily on riots and crimes,
change our hearts before death bell’s ring.
*2 Timothy 3:1-4
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
A discordant drumbeat from Washington comes
Lawmakers to senseless partisanship succumb
Midst the darkness, light a candle
Pave the way for the Savior to come
From the Oval Office menacing texts and tweets
Leaving a sour taste behind holiday treats
Midst the darkness, light a candle
Thrill to the triumph of the Maccabees**
Social media's blasphemers, angry trolling mobs
Intimidating their victims, making them sob
Midst the darkness, light a candle
Send a signal to the bullies and snobs
Terrorism the world over rears its ugly head
So many innocents, injured or dead
Midst the darkness, light a candle
May the Flame of Goodness be spread
**The Maccabees restored and rededicated the Temple in Jerusalem,
including the Menorah Lamp, their brave deeds memorialized in the
Holiday of Chanukah.
Oh my Lord forgive all those blasphemers who in their immeasurable ignorance a sinner they dare to call you!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2017
* When we refer to God we have to be careful not to call Him a sinner, as a fellow poet has done. This constitutes blasphemy and Hubris. She also my "Defending The Lord"
In ancient Greek philosophy
and science, Earth was named as one
of a quartet of elements.
The other three of great import,
we're taught, were water, air, and fire.
The ancients named four "humours," one
to parallel each element.
Black bile was most like earth--described
as heavy, cold, and dry. These points
were taught in Aristotle's time.
The Pythagoreans declared
that Earth revolved around the Sun.
"Blasphemers!"--the response from some.
The ancients also found that Earth's
a sphere, not flat, as most believed.
Much knowledge of this element
called Earth is based on what was learned
before the time of Christ about
geometry, cartography,
and medicine . . . the list goes on.
March 9, 2016
the bible is just a book
no, not just a book.
a holy book written of the word
the word of god himself
it tells you to hate
discriminate
put down all who arent you
because they are sinners
blasphemers
adulterers
liars thieves
and individual
all i think is
you cannot deny
human nature
In words I paint myself
on the canvas of the world,
and patiently wait for the day
I'm completed.
Blasphemers will burn me,
and light will turn black...
"No monster walked the Earth," they will weep
and tremble...
No!
It will have been... I...
I will have been
reneged redemption.
When men become idols
For coaching winning teams,
We shroud them in cloaks of integrity
Or so, at times, it seems
We erect facades of honor
Feeling that they can do no wrong
And they start to believe in this themselves
When the idolization goes on too long
When the facades start to crack
As facades are apt to do
We are shocked when their mortality
Through the cloak starts to shine through
Worshippers will stoop to any means
To get their hero off the hook
Making out the idol as the victim
While the real victims get overlooked
And those who deserve our sympathy
Continue to suffer in their private hell
Being made to feel like blasphemers
For the story they tried to tell
Four are not shallow,
Two are the great blasphemers,
The other betrays
~
Three don't have freedom,
Two are remaining behind,
The other betrays (as well as coward)
~
Only one out of four is doing better..
You will meet a false christian or even two,
Making money off of Gods' back and then you,
Selling books about blasphemers to get paid,
Scarring the Lords' heart with page bound and laid.
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