brethren of the wolves
have I forfeited my sanity
and hungured beyond starvation
that I might fufill my birthright
before the silent rulers
of a dominions order-
awaiting only in death
is my faith beyond delusion-
fortified
in the fear of silent aquisitions
is the rising moon bonded in council-
the union of a path deceased
is it sheathed in the boundless fields
of blooming night shades released-
hedged in a kneeling forest
of what time awaits
is it carried
Mandeville
390.
The 2 Kinds of Angels
God, a spirit so mighty
Once upon a time felt lonely
So He created for Him companions
Who will accompany Him in His dominions
Angels they are known to be
Also wise, powerful & holy
Yet, many of these sacred creations
Had for them wicked aspirations
So they were thrown to the burning sea
To suffer for all eternity
There bad angels became Satanic minions
Their job is to oppose God & bring abominations
But the good angels are always ready
To safeguard the sovereign of the Almighty!
-11/04/2015
(Dumarao)
*4th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
From His cross is born a river of light that floods the hidden corners of the soul,
Power and dominions have crumbled under the gaze of the One who weaves eternity into hearts,
Each divine touch is a whisper that wraps us in the mantle of eternity and love,
To the very end, He loved us with a love that deeply penetrates the fabric of time.
Life reigns like an eternal song, death is just a dream that unravels at dawn,
Christ has triumphed, and the echo of His victory resounds through the cathedrals of the heart,
In every heartbeat, I feel the victory blossoming in the sacred silence of the mornings,
His love is an ancient symphony that embraces us beyond stars and shadows.
Each ray of light is a sign of a promise that never fades,
For He has conquered darkness and made us temples of living hope,
In this dance of eternity, we find and lose ourselves only to be found again,
Under the eternal sky, His love guides our steps toward the infinity of divine love.
No eyes could see dominions of rainbows filling the skies.
Stars flew, floated, and fluttered around in a stunned surprise.
Did anyone see the skies blossom and a child appear?
He rested between Joseph and Mary with charm and cheer.
On rough racks, they dwelt, as there was no place in human hearts.
Cows, bulls, and sheep stood as though forgetting how breathing starts.
Mystic music concerts were heard like thunder and earthquakes.
The Almighty's graces seemed to surround them like ice flakes.
Those who were sleeping dreamed about the birth of a saviour.
They missed God's favour like a beggar missing a treasure.
Though they felt a thud, did they not feel the need to wake up?
Each smiling face of the shepherds bloomed like a buttercup.
Did the manger ease you more than a deluxe princely bed?
Did you freely breathe the breeze of the meek in a cowshed?
I've got a lot for us to discuss,
Now that life is steadily on course.
We could have shared ideas and opinions
But Allah had exercised His majestic dominions;
Like shingles falling upon the roof,
Of'times that sounds like the horse's hoof,
My heart beats to talk to you Atanda,
For you're my sage- My own warrior of wakanda;
Listen sir, we could've talked about life's bitterness
And taken cues from you on how to fight its wickedness.
You should've sojourned longer darling father,
But I see you each time I see your grandkid- Papa;
You'll always remain priceless and irreplaceable,
Baami who puts food on everyone's table;
If you could look back, I know you would smile,
Your boy's doing good in a land away thousand miles.
Still be missing you and even though your sun had set,
You're still a gem I'll never forget.
Love you Dad!
#GaliDaPoet!
Whether there be kingdoms
or dominions on high in places unknown.
Whether it be heaven or earth.
Whether it be it principalities or thrones.
Whether things be invisible,
or things that we can clearly see -
well, God has made it all my friends,
made it all for you and me.
And we don’t understand it,
we flap our wings and try to fly.
We study everything on earth,
and keeping looking deeper into the sky.
We spin around every day.
I guess we’re doing the best we can.
Somehow we never see what’s plain to see -
we are in his hands.
So, whether there be kingdoms,
and places we dream of in worlds unknown.
Whether it here and now,
or some far place that we call home.
Whether we be neighbors,
or separated by land and sea.
Well, God has made it all my friends.
He made it for you and me.
Yeah, God has made it all my friends.
He made it all for you and me.
I have found the fullness of brokenness in one person,
He is Jesus, the Christ, born to dwell with human beings;
For no sin of his, like a lamb, I found his cause worsen,
Scourged; thorn-crowned; spit upon; underwent such menial things...!
Didn't, as though a wonder, kings visit him, at his birth?
Why so soon, yet, the scenes changed, and dominions sought his end?
If truth, except for parrots, is not allowed on this Earth,
Incarnation is nothing but a note by Yahweh sent...!
Neither Romans nor the Jews could ever his name erase,
Unabandoned truth stood firm; this was, hence, he rose again;
The body was broken and blood was shed; in him was grace,
This was why, beyond all norms, the victory he could gain...!
Thank you, Jesus, for teaching me to be truly broken,
My flesh and blood is yours as my reverential token...!!!
My wide wild imagination often carries me there,
To that fantastic ethereal world of elegance;
Where those immaculate white beings, like goddesses care,
With meekness, patience, gladness, and heroic vigilance...!
Though I don't know the truth, faith, like the yeast in me ferments,
Thinking of glorious, gorgeous beings joyous I feel,
Might and immortality merges with frankincense scents,
My soul wrapped by spirits, I sing glory with zest and zeal...!
With Dominions, Cherubims, thrones, and Principalities,
Firmaments shine like lights of million suns and moons and stars;
Grace and grandeur, reign with love and less of legalities,
Breaking boundaries, my physique and psyche cross the bars...!
All existential crises of this mundane world will cease,
Rid of all pains and aches, I'll enjoy the heavenly peace...!!!
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 )
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
I want to be able to like myself
see what those who love me see
Still why I dwell on those who hate
Is a constant mystery to me.
Negativity jealousy plain dislike
How is that force more strong?
Than pure and unconditional love
Somewhere it all went wrong.
I apologise for being me
For existing and having opinions
Somehow I believe I don’t belong
In someone else’s realms and dominions.
I have to learn, to love myself
Believe that I have worth,
Take the fundamentals and
Become more down to earth.
Live a simpler existence
Let my value truly shine
Immerse in positivity
Let my personality self-define.
Refrain from saying sorry,
No i mustn’t apologise
For being, breathing, living
The hardest habit to revise.
I guess what I am saying
Is it’s time to start anew
Overthrow the haters,
It is now we stage a coup.
ego's dominance
ushers to his sudden fall ~
disobedience
the six foes of mind
aggravate evil imprints~
hell unfurls its wings
make hell or heaven
no distinct dominions~
mind’s autonomy
the galactic stretch
intriguing is all His making~
out of line makes hell.
an unkind heart with
torrid heat, surged flow, harsh cold~
hell's incarnations
(torrid heat = anger; surged flow= greediness and jealous;
harsh cold = cruelty)
Placed : 10th
Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Date:28-03-2023
they shall fear this fury across the land
blazing bright the heavenly light of the savage crown
all cower on the dusty, dank dominions of the earth
in the forest by the sea feel the Infernal at work
scorching away layers of fallen ages,
heaven is a blaze burning in the wrath of an angry god
lost in the throws of chaos
in its imperial garden
angels cry over thee
a machine of chaos
the hand of man
forge in the foundations of eternity
the wheels oblivion turn
everything has begun
will begin again
see all fearing all
turning to burn
forevermore
in this machine of chaos
I heard my Dad singing and playing the piano a few rooms away.
Ripples of wonder poured over me and the Holy Spirit filled all the empty space in my life that day.
A new assurance, a powerful dominance vibrating and emanating
from my Dad's mouth.
A power of divinity, the sound of many waters that had all dominions of demons running south.
In his voice, I could tell Dad had a new groove.
He possessed an unshakable faith that no one could move.
He sang as though Angels were in command of his voice.
I hear people speak to Dad saying have a good day.
My Fathers reply would always be, I have no choice.
The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
A bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges
push an industrial past before them.
Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves,
fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.
It is possible to watch yourself
in this new bend in the stream,
possible to wash your face
anew also -
there to see your own rivering.
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