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No person ever has less value than when they seek to exalt themselves at the
expense of another’s stature. You do not raise yourself by putting another down.
Do cabals and conspiracies exist? The fact so much is conjectured, and written
about this subject insures its veracity. What man can conceive man will try to
achieve.
When it is you’re vice…it is personal choice.
WE ARE GENERALLY SO LOST IN WHAT WE DO; WE CONFUSE IT WITH WHAT WE
ARE, AND FAIL TO SEE WHAT WE CAN BE.
IT SHOULD NEVER BE THE VEHICLE WHICH HAS STATUS…IT SHOULD BE THE DRIVER.
He is “the man”, he has a plan, don’t interfere, the road is clear. Follow the way and
watch what you say…experience the glory of the promised day.
Those who profit they do not die, they cover their greed with another lie.
Wealth, power, and possessions, these and only these are the fuel of war.
War is not about right or wrong. Rather it is about good and evil. No that is wrong,
it is only about evil.
A GOVERNMENT WITH A PERCENTAGE OF ITS POPULATION DISENFRANCHISED…HAS
NO RIGHT TELLING OTHERS HOW THEY SHOULD RULE.
Never quit, for when you quit you are dead, still walking around maybe, however
still dead.
Tomorrow is not ours it belongs to others, cherish today like jealous lovers.
Your word so complex, powerful, defining, for when you give your word you give
your verbal representation of who you claim to be…if your word is no good…you are
no good.
You cannot nurture your Mother the Earth. What a surprise your children you hurt.
Other people why bother to try…the bottom line it’s all about I.
I can tint my hair and tuck my face. Deny the time I joined the human race. I can
even adopt a youthful pace, why not hide that I am a glutton just use a little artful
lipo suction. Oh but surely as I come face the fire; I cannot escape because I’m a liar.
My God is the God of love, peace, and values of the highest order, and I will kill you
to make you believe it…because I love you.
They say he came and lifted our terrible load. Then he opened the gates to a
glorious road. Well I’ll give him this he sure weren’t lazy; however to do that for
man…he must have been crazy.
With me it’s not a matter of “If I could talk to God”
I have talked to God, I talk to him all throughout the day
I first talked to God when I was forty-one
I was an evil man
See, I had lost everything and everyone I had ever loved
I was in prison, which was nothing new
Except on this particular time, which was also my last time
I was in the hole and hate was all I had left
God set me free that day
He gave me a gift called Poetry
And from inside that cell
I sprouted wings and with every poem I wrote
I flew on the wings of an angel
Then out of the blue he returned my wife
Who had left me over a year before
After talking me into turning myself in
Well if I could talk to God this is what I would say:
Through the pain and tears I cried
An evil soul laid down and died
And of the stories that soul could tell
Delivered from the pits of hell
I thank you God for the blood of your Son
That enabled my sins to be undone
For giving me the gift and desire to write
The strength inside to stand and fight
For the love of my wife as well as my kids
A way to undo all the evil I did
I am your servant may your will be done
For what once was the darkness now lives in the Son
Lord why have you given all this to me?
I try to understand but still can’t see
You are the beginning and the end of time
The keeper of love and all that’s divine
And I was evil upon two feet
Tired, lonely, broken and beat
I don’t deserve all you have given to me
Try as I might I still cannot see
But till death I’ll do all I can
To live your word and be a man
I am your servant may your will be done
For what once was the darkness now lives in he Son
Anyhow if I could talk to God
I reckon I would probably say something like that
There is still time, to re group, the troop,
The very root
That’s the real deal,
For it is a holy field!
Remember always, it’s the root that supports the tree,
No matter how large the tree be,
That would be you and me!
The government is our servant,
Don’t you think it’s time we deserve it,
If so, lets us preserve it!
Guys, it’s like unrighteous salmon,
Going down the tree, and the tree is twiddle dee,
Don’t you see, that’s you and me!
It’s the unrighteous mammon,
That has, and will continue to cause the world’s famine,
Carried by the salmon,
Down the tree,
That will spoil the root, you see!
The government above government,
The cover of government,
Is God who is love above, the gov!
God the big picture,
Not the elixir,
Of the harlot,
Of scarlet!
Now Isaiah saya, God saya,
My thoughts and my ways,
Will blaze, my says.
My love is source,
Of course.
You have a wal-mart of heart,
Go there,
And you will declare,
My! The abundance of the supply,
It’s higher than the sky!
But why, do you leave it on the shelf,
Un till nothing is left,
Of the mind’s kind!
If you would go to my Wal mart,
Into your heart,
To start.
Love’s kind in time,
Would change your corporate mind,
To a blue and true,
That is really you!
Let us not talk about Obama,
Let us be a little calmer.
But God above is the bomber
And the comma!
Obama will for now do,
To pursue,
God’s view!
Our nation’s complacency,
Is what caused our vacancy,
Of course, of love’s source,
And this could eventually cause a divorce!
There is a higher reality,
Which is of love’s vitality,
Higher than the mind’s reality,
Minus any vitality!
johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
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I
live
in a
Paradise
called Eden
a serpent slithers
through my tender
branches, Adam and
Eve picked from the fruit
for feedin', no music played
yet they enjoyed love dancin',
when morning came the Sun awoke
they vanished, God reprimanded them
and they were banished...the Garden was
destroyed forevermore and cause of these sinful
parents our lives have many chores, God showed His
angry wrath
Paraduse
Lost
man
now
pays
cost
Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds
Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds
The identification then remains stagnant
For quite some years
Then with the members of the community
Would like to attach
Cling on and cherish them
In the neighbourhood by the country
Befriending, helping, empathising
Expand the 'self'
No more walls now
A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past
The villages, cities, continents
Loving every face of man and woman
Black and fair
Rich and poor
Feeling every creatures pain own miseries
Healing their woes, agonies, malaises
In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy
All relations bound in a garland
Of 'Humanity'
Not a less or more
But the centre of the core
Of that radiating circle
Whose centre is in the middle
Without any circumference
Just an atom in the world
Still yet everything.
It is a blessing to be born as a human
And to count life's blessings
Another conundrum
Like counting the infinite stars in the sky
SO FAR AND SO HIGH!
It's a blessing to live happily together
Amongst the beauties and bounties of nature
A happy home with parents
Siblings, relatives and friends.....................
And to share with everone the joys and sorrows
Thank you God for the world so sweet
Thank you God for the food we eat
Thank you God for the merry birds that sing
Thank you God for everything.
On a clear day at the edge of the lake,
into her lovely hands she did partake,
Of the still, cold water to quench her thirst,
Thinking of scenarios… best and worst.
It had been ages since she thought her own thoughts,
Caught up in the secular world’s nowhere lots,
Always striving to be part of a popular label,
To remain friends as much as she was able,
With those all this time she thought were friends,
So thought their thoughts and sought their ends.
She had never taken the time to connect with her inner self,
That God given conscientious treasure of spiritual wealth.
She would start at times to delve into it but never for too long,
Afraid that she would think differently and be labeled wrong.
Such a fear of being ostracized and losing face,
Kept up this false, franticly ferocious pace.
The water rippled while she drank her fill.
thinking these thoughts until it became still.
Then fear and dread suddenly filled her,
The shock and anxiety nearly killed her.
The mirrored waters reflected all, but showed not a trace,
Of her once precious, unique, God given face.
Inspired by the Sydney Peck sponsored contest. Written 6/21/11
99 Cents...
That's all that I own
I go to bed hungry
I go to bed alone.
I don't have the Internet
I don't have a phone.
I can't find a job
I soon won't even have a home.
99 Cents...
For all that it's worth
I value every penny of it
It's all that I've got in my purse.
I can't even spend it
99 cents won't buy a thing
Everything's more than a dollar
Even the cheapest of things.
99 Cents...
That's all I've got to show
For many years of always working hard
For many years of always being on the go.
I hope God pays back all the Politicians and Bankers
That have put our economy in this mess
I hope God continues to take care of those of us
He considers his poor and therefore Blessed.
99 Cents...
In my purse it's all that I can see
I cherish it
And I value it
Tomorrow who knows where I will be.
I don't have a clue for as to where I'll be
Tomorrow's are just another of hopeless days
Hopefully God will take care of me
I'll just have to PRAY and wait and see.
(December 27, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
When this reoccurring dream began it was not very clear, as it continued
it became clearer. Almost immediately after I accepted Jesus Christ as
my Lord and personal Savior, the dreams became vivid, as though I was
actually there. I would wake up in night sweats, heart pounding, wondering
always wondering. I never really put much thought into the dreams, only
that they were. One night a few years ago, I guess something in my
subconscious made me pay attention. What I noticed was, when those
apparitions were surrounded by the soft glowing light, they indeed disappeared.
However, in every dream, there are hundreds of them, the room is full. One
day I asked God how that could be? So many had disappeared. The very next
dream, my question was answered. The faces were new, except for those that
would not look at me. I had asked God for help, He answered my prayer and
question. That's why the new faces, those apparitions were asking me for help.
Somehow by God's Grace, I believe I do... I hope I continue to dream.....
May God Bless all of you, As He has me............Taz
Perceive each day as a gift!
A gift freely given “no strings attached”
With the added bonus of free will for spice
On this beautiful serving tray of life
Two choices regally displayed- The Light and The darkness
I bow, I choose the gift more profound
The gift of light, free and clear
From the God of order and mercy,
Daily admonishing "Take only what you need in life,
All excess be kind and share"
I taste it, I accept it, and I kneel in humble worship of Him
His promise-eternal life in God’s presence
Everlasting peace!
To choose the darkness where tyranny reigns
Temporal riches galore amassing
Pure foolery, as these gifts- none are ever free
All illusions, just as magic, will vanish - poof!!
From the god of chaos and lies, beguiling
"Take! Live, the world is yours! You deserve all the best!"
All this for your immortal soul
But comes a day when the bill comes due!
No grace period, no mercy, and to be paid on demandl!
I decline! I reject! this god of chaos with
His promise - eternal separation from God
Everlasting anguish, suffering and pain!
When will we learn of our true
Calling?
Will we see the signs to prevent our
Falling?
Will we ever learn the true cause of our
Pain?
Can we learn to survive this world and stay
Sane?
Will we ever be given the wisdom to
Know?
Are we ever truly prepared to
Go?
Do we search too far when the answers are so
Near?
Do we seldom try out of something as simple as
Fear?
Will we accept the fact it’s our own
Responsibility?
Can we break the bonds of genetic
Eventuality?
Do we chastise God when nothing seems to go
Right?
Don’t we pray to our God when we wish with all our
Might?
Are we capable when it seems we fail when we
Try?
Are we really weak when we’re overwhelmed and
Cry?
Is it wrong to wish you had what your neighbor
Had?
Can you keep a smile when the only thing you feel is
Sad?
Do we enjoy a world we try to
Pollute?
With our cheating ways are our vows all that
Resolute?
Will we ever learn to live our lives in
Peace?
Do you think our destructive ways will ever
Cease?