Cherubim Poems | Examples

Erratically-Tossed Sequins

Erratically-tossed sequins
   Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
   For the spry flights of cherubim -

And Jehovah - madman or genius -
   I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
   And I'm a lowly spectator.

One angel keeps an amethyst -
   Ignoring an agate - then ruby;
I do wonder if by chance
   There's a rock somewhere for me ...

A singular Drop; That's All There Was

I gaze upon an opaque silver sky,
Descending dewdrops, developing above the mustache maw.
Ascending the nape to taste cherubim cry,
Permeating petrichor, pervade the nasal in auspicious awe.

Palpable pain of tactile taps
Kissing canker sores and rainstorm rush.
Radically rampaging, for its rapid relapse
Rain, it's infinite, swirling fervor flush

To drown by an inundated impound,
A vehement, vicious, void that immersed,
Wandering weakly on the ocean gored ground,
Drowning, isolated lungs; bellowing burst.

The tyrant tsunami my miracle world-wide flood,
Exploding existence, imploding insistence, ichor pools; blackened blood.

You Are

You’re an inspiration of God’s grace.
It shows all over your smiling face.
Such bewilderment and dynamic amazement
Touching humanity with such ordainment

You’re an aspiration from God’s dynamic place.
Where birds, bees, flowers, and trees embrace.
Such unity of oneness uplifts precious souls
Reaching heights, yet never told, now unfolds

You’re a supplication from God’s vibration.
That which touches creation with astounding dedication.
Springing forth life, multiplying, astounding, jubilation
Cherubim celestial celebration of angelic enunciation

You’re a quilted tapestry of God’s precious love.
The heart of humanity unfolds such a majestic dove.
Where have you been? Behind which cloud?
Ah—enlightenment seen! A marvelous vision unshroud!

You’re, you’re, you're…!

Trilogy Person Poem

You're...You're...You're...!

You're an inspiration of God's grace.
It shows all over your smiling face.
A bewilderment and dynamic amazement
Touching humanity with such ordainment

You're an aspiration from God's dynamic place.
Where birds, bees, flowers, and trees embrace.
Such unity of oneness uplifts precious souls
Reaching heights, yet never told, now unfolds

You're a supplication from God's vibration.
Which touches creation with astounding dedication.
Springing forth life, multiplying, astounding, jubilation
Cherubim celestial celebration of angelic enunciation

You're a quilted tapestry of God's precious love.
The heart of humanity unfolds such a majestic dove.
Where have you been?  Behind which cloud?
Ah--enlightenment seen!  A marvelous vision unshroud!

Gemini Garden

"Birds care not for whom they sing" - Silent One

For infants who feel the art of hearing for the first time...
For kids who don't distinguish between a rhyme and a chime...
For children growing up, seeing beings and non-beings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?

For students who are weighed down by loads of learning burdens...
For teachers who are occupied with their molding missions...
For parents who constantly care for their children's dealings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?

For hunters who're alert with a gun or bow and arrow...
For ornithologists who know birds of every barrow...
For birdwatchers who are fond of birds feeding on gleanings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?

For any vagabond, nomad, wanderer, or migrant
For any god, goddess, angel, cherubim, sage, or saint
For humans of selfish, sarcastic, sadistic leanings
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?

Goodbye

With tear filled eyes I’m left behind,
to walk in trance, still mystified.
The rays of setting sun shine through 
as angel wings which carry you.

Goodbye my heart’s eternal love,
speed swift unto the thrones above
where shining cherubim await your grace.
And blessed be he who dwells on high
for granting that I could sit by
in our last moments to behold your face.

With trembling hand in trembling hand,
eyes fixed as the last grains of sand
slid through the hourglass of our true love.
And as they slid, a final kiss
“I love you” whispered, and “I’ll miss”,
then silence as the angels from above
took your hand, for I felt you leave.

But on your face a perfect peace -
the halo’s mark, a glow beyond compare.
And as I cried, and as I cried
soft came a whisper deep inside
which told me that soon I would meet you there.

I walk into the setting sun,
each ray to me has now become
your voice that beckons out to me,
“Live on my love and soon we’ll be
together, but til then my love… goodbye”.

The Audacity of God

In the Book of Genesis, the Creator existed in a void
Miracle after miracle, a heavenly drama of intrigue
Choosing to create flesh rather than an android
On the seventh day, He did not rest out of fatigue

Declaring that He would create humanity in His image
With tender hands, God shaped the clay to create him
The heavens marveled at the execution of his lineage
As wings shielded the eyes of Seraphim and Cherubim 

Adam disobeyed, and he experienced a spiritual decline
The Father heard and responded to the man's groan 
The Living Word made flesh in the guise of the Divine
Witnessed the holy birth of a prodigy in a shed alone

What of our souls if the Redeemer had not come
A holy envoy was sent to avert a crushing disaster
What audacity that he loved us and sent His Son!
This season is to recall an end to a reign of terror 

The infinite Creator oversees an ordained mission
Satanic spirits stayed silent, too impotent to interfere
At his crucifixion, they recalled his prophetic vision
Even unto death, his face retained a glorious veneer

Trampling Death With Bliss

They both ate dates from the tree of gnosis 
Froze the whirling wheels in place by their might 
Crushed the cherubim’s heads with bliss 
White mice who put cat and eagle in fright 
White lambs who put man and cherub to flight 

They felt the crushed dates flowing like a gust 
Tasting the full moon’s light without disgust 
Quenching the seraphim’s sword with their breath 
Turning his flaming coal to dust 
Trampling on his six wings of sin and death 


Inspired by the words "For when they ate of the tree of knowledge, they trampled the Cherubim and the Seraphim with the flaming sword" from the  ancient writing "Melchizedek" from the The Nag Hammadi Library

The Perfect Pangie Heaven

         
           Meant to be humorous…Pangie

       
      Dear Lord, only one sincere wish, I do ask.
      And no it’s not for whiskey in a silver flask!
         
      In the life in the awesome, world to come.
      A muscled hockey player, I beg to become.

       One, with courage and strength to fight.
       And cheered on , by cherubim in starlight

       A knitter of things,oy, I shall never be.
       Just very joyful to crack a few knees!

       Hope there will be a large red Zamboni!
       After the game, requesting some Spumoni!

As the Misty Moon Rides High

Selene, the moon goddess, is on her duty,
With her silvery golden shaded face, she shines;
She's, lo, the ultimate perfection of beauty...!

Riding on her coach the zenith she has to reach,
The clouds like fine frankincense their aroma spread; 
The celestial love and beauty she does outreach,
Radiance, on nature, like gold, does glory shred...!

"AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH" rains their faucets close,
The darkness of ignorance fails to cover her;
Kites and eagles as heavenly cherubim pose,
Elements of the world under and above stir;
Birds and beasts and trees and plants now new songs compose...!!!

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Line Chosen - 4

Unbridgeable Chasm

A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night
But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight.
No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout -
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

The stretch between heaven and hell, no game.
A farmer or preacher could not stake claim.
With deep bruises, blood-red, the chasm has clout.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

Unsettling spores, the slithering…it’s war.
Get used to whip of snow and sun…its roar.
The walking dead transverse the sea of doubt.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

Ferocious waves, an unlit path with rocks.
A flaming sword, wrath of cherubim-locks.
Eternity without a save - sealed route.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

Friends of the Twins Metatron and Sandalphon

Three Popes died within six years
I wonder if what killed them 
were the sum of their fears
Could the cause be what they
covered or uncovered
The bible speaks of kings
who's wickedness God discovered
Historically their causes
were just and awed
But Heaven alone judges
the guilt of it's laws 
It took six years to stop
the naming of angels
And the most we don't know
because of their angle
So just for the record 
I'll untangle the tangle
Nine angels minus two
so scholars can tango

Michael the warrier
"Who is like God"
Gabriel the messenger
"Powerful Man of God" 
Raphael who sometimes stirred
a pool
"The Healing of God"
Uriel Who protected John the Baptist 
during Herod's wicked rule
"The Light or Fire of God"
Salaphiel
"The Prayers and Communication of God"
Jegudiel
"The Glory and Praise of God"
Barachiel leader of guardian angels
"The Benediction and Blessing of God"

Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Principalities
Powers, Archangels posses
Cherubim and Seraphim
are even Angels none the less


( A few riddles included )

Isadora

She leaves footprints –
on the wet concrete of blinded doubts,
For she has carved lives - -
like graven images on the palms of her hands,
There is substance in her eyes,
fire in her soul,
zest in her spirit,
And her passion? –
She is anchor, rudder and dock, sail and compass,
Storms are her vanquished
for she kindles hope to enliven her faith,
Wars and Victories are her poems –
inked with blood, sweat and tears,
For she flames her faith –
with the winged cherubim and seraphim of prayers,
And in her steadfast stride,
barely noticeable are her hurts and pain,
She is wife and mother,
teacher and mentor,
support and pillar,
Give her a reason or none at all,
she is battle, she is warrior,
the Lord her Banner.
This fourth day of the second month –
she still writes her walk and talk,
With testimonies –
of unrelentless dauntlessness and dare,
She is that indomitable woman –
true to her name,
‘Nurturer and protector’ – Isadora

Cherubim

Away now pure soul

This world of strife and pain
Like a loose noose enclave
Untamed maned unashamed brave hailed praised 
In the depths of your disdain 

A new life with insight
With strife proofed frames
And a burnt bush cane
To fight through sinister nights
Till their darkness burst to flames

May your name be proclaimed
May your joy be the stain on the face of the shamed and wicked enslaved 
That are chained 
By bitter guilts crocheting their quilts that causes their light to wane

Away now pure soul, upward and away

Love a Sonnet

Love is a gift that comes from God above
Wings of a cherubim or a cupid's arrows
Love is so majestic and beautiful like a dove
Or better yet like the tiniest gifts of sparrows

Only God could create these feelings of glory
As nice as a horizon or a bright scene
Or it could go south like the death of cousin Lori
In its purity it is never for one to intervene

Live can go awry by a pained person
But it's worth the try even if you elope
Watch out for all the military men cursing
Because they might make you go down on a slope

Yes, to be
Yes, to bea

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