Gods Poems

Gods of Gold

God, who created everything,
is God over both man and things.
Pure gold, diamonds, and precious stones
 are among the vast treasures He owns.

When men refuse to worship Him,
their ego rises to the brim.
They make for themselves gods of gold,
like people did in days of old.    

The gods of gold debase man’s soul
and on

When gods die they go to hell

"Blue is the colour of the shroud I want to be buried with,
If there's a body left to bury.
If not, then just remember me,
Picture me in a blue hue; my soul, you'll see.
My days are closing in, rising in numbers,
Dreams are full of chasing demons now
Where to go, where to flee,
Where do the gods go

Jesus the Destroyer of gods

Don’t be fooled by the meek and the mild
In life, things can get wild. 
As a child and as an Adult, Jesus fulfilled the Law

We have a Great Saviour
We also have a Great Destroyer of gods
God hates injustice, and we know that He will act
That is a fact because our Heavenly Father 
Will React at

The Gods May Be Crazy

Tossing and turning all night
recently had the strangest dreams
recalling them in broad daylight
don’t know what they mean
wrecked by a stacked deck
of bottom-dealt cards
I was under the gun
attacked by a pack of hungry wolves
had me on the run
lost in the woods and couldn't see
the forest for all the trees
mocked by a flock of tar-black crows
had me

The Unnamed Gods of Morning

I do not pray.
But every morning,
I speak to the god of routine.

He lives in the curve of the cup handle,
the silence before the first email,
the steam
that curls like a secret
from my mug.

My desk is a shrine—
the plant I won’t name,
the notes I won’t read,
the longing I won’t say.

If I believed in God,
I would beg him
to

No gods need apply

Tending to be creatures of whimsy, spirit and superstition
Deriving power from unsteady voices
Unsure of the implications of undefined “truths”
Pandering to the belief that “they” are the only “one”
Would we bow before an icon, an idol, a statue
Blindly serve a heaven-sent huckster

Or maybe…someday…become more than an echo
Become a voice, an action, a thought
That alters the arc

Hadron divider'

May the earth reject it..Let the mountains dance..For the
God of all universes will break this trance.' No more shall
You dabble..' instead you will ride, the road of rejection in
Pain you will writhe.' You have sullied creation.' 
Now.!  You are to be judged in your pride.!

WTC Final bowlers' ball

Have bowlers become spicier?

Hitches in batting riches

Cut sl**s shut in a rut

Pitches become dicier?


Chestnut witches strut

Gluts of stitches

And seams dreams

Humdrum Timber 

Tantrum doldrums

Back in the hut


 
What we did see at the WTC

Wood from the tree

No pretence…don’t do defence

Weary..slain in vain again


Don’t be wary..leery of 

Scary lairy leather fairies

Won’t refrain..don’t restrain

Might as well go insane

In

Rock Gods

It’s fifty years since people said
Look… on the tele… Hitler
And maybe you just sat there stunned 
Like something big had bit ya

There, on the keyboard, Ronald Mael
His brother, Russ, the singer
They grabbed me then, forevermore
Their song? A real humdinger

Five decades on, they're in my soul 
I’m sure they’ve shaped my humour
They’re an integral part of

The Days of Alien Gods

How that alien day flaunted the UFOs hiding in strange places.  The media portrays a cosmic secret of secrets that is now known to millions.  School crossing guards fretfully scan the skies as they cross the street, holding small hands.  UFO ladies of the neighborhood, document strange lights in the sky, and

TESTIMONY MIRACLE GODS POWER

Going into a demonic spiritual zone that`s being contended heavily by the devil is a level that is beyond anything that i could of ever imagined. However i was given  a beautiful reminder of the power of GOD  and that he is very much in control , amidst this hell we`re in amongst.

Gods truth'

This is Gods own land.. Once sais a man, when I was young
Much life was to come.' I've heard it more on different
Shores.
In songs and prose.' Yet at the close, the deciding note I
Let t this reality float.. God made it all,..And thats His call
Universes grand in uncountable span.' Yet we give leave?
And state so

Dionysus Markets Asphodel

Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land,
Where every inch with rich conception spanned,
With diligence, in Hades mayst they find
A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind.

So many burdens, all the Earth now mars;
So many pleasures, circumstance doth slay;
Enough, I say, of all of this, be done.
For what becomes of all your struggles here,
But

two bodies one soul

reversed and reformed repost edit.

once before humans walked the earth. before Adam and Eve before the trees and the air we breathe there was one- 


one physical body with four legs four arms and two heads as well as one soul accompanied by one heart. as full of love and self as they could be.

To My Children and Grands Only Gods Love is True

My dear children and grandchildren too.
From my heart, I speak to you.
No matter what any human says or do.
Only the Love of God is true.
When humans turn and walk away.
You'll find it's only He who'll stay.
You'll never, ever be alone.
Love cannot abandon One of His own.
The most trusted humans in life.
Will cut you with betrayal

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