Long Benedictions Poems
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Oh sing yon violin upon your strings
and play harps and lutes melodious things
come sooth my soul and for our losses
and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses
Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined
do cast your light and airy within our mind
so also to our agony do make us blind
where in time we shall life kinder find
Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course
lead me now away from paths remorse
fail not to impart joy and from its source
and to the courts whats odious I do divorce
and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions
unto the burial sites with their benedictions
the ends of tribulations on the morrow
as I have some aspersion to this sorrow
Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony
the golden strand in archetypes that be
fluid in the cups elixir we do drink
to shelter from woe and misery we sink
Clasp the inner man intone your song
return to us the living among our throng
embrace the consolation and hold whats dear
for upon us all this place draws ever near
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the nose chakra vibrates
celebrating pranic breath drawn
commingled with bliss that never abates
God’s boundless grace is what presence counts on
the thirty three stringed spine as always stands erect
with tranquil heart balancing all energies in its fold
as a receptor we simply do as God does direct
revealing our aura aflame in hues of gold
awareness bilocation is now the norm
dancing in form and motionless in the void
kundalini moves as she likes birthing a bliss storm
whilst Shiva facilitates existence in stillness unalloyed
with ego erased we no longer weigh, measure or size
assigning no meanings to benedictions of grace
as we metamorphose we slowly do realise
God always holds us in close embrace
You’re certainly missing out
Whilst you’re fooling about
And you’re swimming in doubt
So I shall certainly you out-rout
I’d advise you to be on the lookout
For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout
Take heed or you’ll end up looking like a lout
All I can tell you for now is that you’re missing out
While you’re looking away
Twirling in relentless dismay
Your insolence successfully leads you astray
So He finds me in greater favour every day
Unlike you, I’m eloquent with words that gently sway
The God with whom for hours on exhausted knees I stay
‘Till the last hour of the night a dear prayer to say
With heartfelt sobs and a submissive heart I pray away
I whisper, “Dear God of mercy, show me your face
For I am a sinner in need of Your saving Grace
For years in meditation and supplication I’ll chase
The benedictions You bestow unto the winners of the race
The so-called ‘faithful’ ones who cautiously pace
In the promising path which for them You daily trace”
I solemnly utter, “My heart with Love and Faith do interlace
So I can one good day be worthy of seeing Your glorious face”
If you were smart, you’d take after me
Vigilant and sober at all times you’d be
So from the snares of the enemy you’d easily flee
Who’s literally got you down on one knee
Yet too proud you are for your life to give an earnest plea
No diligence whatsoever for efforts to be free
Indeed that thief I am, the thief of grace, you see
Watch out, or you’ll lose all your blessings to me
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
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A blessing is something we can't do for ourselves. Only God can bless. When we send blessings to those around us through prayer, we invite them to receive the special and unique touch of God in their lives. There is no greater example of faith, and love, than to share blessings through prayer with a servant's heart stepping outside of ourselves to ask God's blessing for another pilgrim. It is an honor to be a prayer warrior, an ambassador, sending out prayers for blessings!
Prayer Warrior Blessings
At the corner of graces and gifts busy avenue
Baskets, filled with benedictions of my blessings,
Cascade – overflow – in blessing cups
Dedicated to walking in other soul worn shoes – determined –
Entering this sanctuary of the Spirit’s energy,
Feasting on the honor - on the fragrance of the favor
Given to my tongue to say grace,
Hymns of praise, heaven sent from Heaven’s house,
Interceding – stepping out from shoes of isolation -
Just to carry another’s burden with justness –
Knees upon the rug of prayer kneeling
Letting neither sunburned lips,
Mourning storms malediction,
Nor raging disasters negate
Offerings and prayers opened –
Psalms like bouquets – grace perfume –
Quivering quietly with hope’s quality
Reaching up on wings of eagles and simple robins,
Standing in the gap for broken sighs;
Thankful for the honor and the trust
Unlimited blessings to uncover –
Verily – truly - tending comfort in prayer verses;
Warrior – blessed to share the burden of secrets wounded
Xen – no stranger to pray for the lost – xenia
Yearning to share in the full palate of joys – yes!
Zeal in zephyrs -glittering zirconias!
Num. 6:24-26
Gypsy Heart
Gypsy heart aimless wanders galaxies,
Astral hideaways, callow time, fantasies,
Tunnels of amnesty – mercy’s galleries
Through agnostic atrophy heart agony,
Frantic nomad rips at denial’s repeats -
Cleaves to the rock of prayer’s sweet vitality
Reverberating stillness parrots heartbeats
Like a watchman with whimpered unsung pleas
Graces benedictions in crystal womb retreats.
Souvenirs of opaque shadows run - releases
Breath of grace for weary prodigal’s return
To open arms where battered heart grief ceases
Through milky ways glowing milestones reveal each turn
Bruised heart bursts in raptures of sweet grace nocturne
2-5-21
Contest: Heart Universes
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
blank canvas, upon which we stare
poised in silence, simply aware
stirrings within our heart then rise
play of delight, that does surprise
poetic portrayals we share
wherefrom comes the exalted thought
that inspirations with it brought
benedictions divine sublime
as we hark to hearts loving chime
transcendence beyond narrow slots
hidden secrets, we alone know
pathways where soma nectar flows
impossible is translation
higher mind feels resonation
garnered in tranquil stillness slow
voices from space, offer to chat
we would, if we could, give you that
all we ask, is cease to resist
being to become, a bliss mist
at Bodhi tree, where Buddha sat
04-August-2021
The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
20.2
“Where is scripture?
Where is Self-knowledge?
Where is no-mind?
Where is contentment and freedom from desire?
I am empty of two-ness”
Verse revisited on 10-August-2022
Scriptures are indicators directional
Pointing out towards truth simple
Based on the truths so seen
That minds cannot glean
Yet revealed to hearts pure
For whom desires hold no allure
Thus it’s not knowledge but wisdom
That opens doorways to God’s kingdom
Here and now
Silence and stillness ends thought commotion
Yet within meditation too, bliss is in motion
Felt distinctly here now in the physical
Rapture renewal as God’s miracle
Consciousness expanding across space
As benedictions divine may choose to grace
Ushering recognition that we are God’s essence
Soft white light bright, being our soul’s luminescence
Here and now
All that’s manifest here, is solely our heart’s desire
Within this dream, what’s there then to aspire
For we are both the dreamer and dreamed
Amidst illusions that are being streamed
Upon our knowing this nothing seems amiss
All that remains then is throbbing, humming bliss
Form transmuted, we be to so become the love flame
Call it by any name but we are now no longer the same
Here and now
Meandering Rhythmic Transformations
Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink
Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon
Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night
Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight
Humility among the labrynths of disguise and misdirection
Tranquility to light the incense of revised prophetic intention
Sensibility to tread lightly in the pretense of denied phrenetic invention
Flexibility to endure the fight among the immense defiant heretical condescension
Correlations of the logical rational minds forming a position to enunciate from
Calculations of the mathematical refines that perform and elucidate their equations upon
Evaluations on the chronological history of mankind to repudiate their names among
Illuminations of an unkempt mind in cosmological separation
Contradictions of emotion pouring through the construct of a screen
Writing fiction as a proponent of the writers written dream
Benedictions of the monks who disown it all while inside they scream
Jurisdictions of the core components of a hideous crime scene
Firmaments of beauty streaming down from the twighlight sky
Permanent polluting brings a tear toward my eye
Determinant souls computing of a man about to die
While the Impermanence is convoluting as the Buddhist nun lets out a sigh
Conspicuous connotations from another superficial influencer
Ridiculous observations that bring official condescenders
Ambiguous abdications from a heavyweight contender
Insideous aberrations from someone trying to defend her
Monumental renditions of a classical concerto
Experimental competitions reading out loud Dante’s Inferno
Elemental inquisitions leaning toward a place where they can only say No
Transcendental acquisitions take me where the river of knowledge seems to flow
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
How Can This Be…
How can this be…
Amazing grace survives
in ruins of self-inflicted rubble -
False walls of lies –
Where brittle stars
Explode
With love,
Escaping
Tones of pale platinum
Grey guilt -
Jagged traps of swirling revenge -
Imploding
Into the first watch
Of renewing lightness;
How can this heart -
Clothed in the naked shades of shame -
Not flee into lies of fantasy;
Retribution redeemed
Before eyes waking,
Blessed in blinding colored facets
As mercy sweeps away faceless bitterness;
How can this be,,.
Found –
Confronted -
By gentle hands of creation
And called beloved child,
Daring not look up into the redeeming eyes of majesty,
But live beneath amazing wings of hair raising joy;
Disbelief overwhelmed in
Elation,
No longer chained behind
The curtain of crushing blame,
All consuming gratitude on fallen knees,
A thousand pieces of brokenness
Fit perfectly again
Like the creation designed before the abyss
Became mute –
Earthen treasure seamlessly restored
Wearing rings of benedictions
Spoken in blinding grace -
How can this be…