Long Nonbelievers Poems
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furiously frolicking fey do not visit everyone
some empaths hear their giggles
others sense their lively antics
few humans see them
the ones I know bring a fragrance with them
I am clairsentient
aware more than others
clairaudient too; I hear their giggles
I cannot fathom life without them
some of the nonbelievers would not believe me
but they are here, in the forms of elves, faeries, and brownies
gnomes, dragonflies and damselflies are their distant cousins
sometimes they surround me
landing on my shoulder
showing themselves also in golden orbs
I am blessed, but keep it to myself
being a clairvoyant is not for everyone
maybe it does not run in some families
but it runs in mine, and I smile at the fey
as they hide themselves from the nonbelievers
I stand amazed when I ponder from my weak mind a power so immense that it encompasses the universe. A power beyond all understanding radiating from God’s domain of Heaven. A power
so Holy that the Jewish Rabbis would not say his name except in rituals. A power without end yet a power with endless love for his creation, mankind. A power so vast that he knew us before we were born and knows us by name. a power defying logic and a Trinity that transcends all boundaries of imagination yet so personable that God begot his Son, though that Son, (John 1:1-3) was with God in the beginning and was God who stepped out of the God Head to become flesh and born of a woman. A power in full control of world events as evidenced when Jesus calmed the wind as in Mathew 8:23.
Then another essence of God, the Holy Spirit, who can live in man and the world at the same time,
and always waiting for the new believer to come forth and plead the acceptance of Jesus Christ in churches and lives all over the world in the same moment in time. Jesus, the Son who was willing to lay down his glory for his creation.
If not for Jesus, my thoughts alone would send me to hell. Hell is mentioned in the Bible more than Heaven.
God has no peers and is so Holy that he defined sin and set it apart so that believers and nonbelievers alike understand it. Sin cannot enter the presence of God.
Jesus is the only way, and it is through his blood and resurrection to attain salvation and not works, “Lest we boast.” Your goodness will not do it for you.
“I am the way, the truth and the life, no man comes to the Father except through me.” All other supposed ways are false gods and rotting in their graves and others mere manmade stone images leading the way to doom.
The God of the Christians is personable and when you accept Jesus as your Savior you will know he is real, for you will be aware of his Spirit. If you want to experience God, you can, just ask him to reveal himself to you and save you and take him at his word. You don’t have to clean yourself, he will clean you. You will still sin but you will strive not to.
I ponder these things and know that I’m not worthy of the promise, but I don’t have to understand, Just believe and accept the gift of Grace by faith and nothing.
With nearly every prophecy fulfilled and so many signs that abound
Nobody knows the day nor the hour He willed, I just hope you're found
Israel had to again be found and to Jerusalem it had to be connected
By this we are all now bound being just two of the prophecies neglected
The Tribes of Israel will reunite coming from the four corners of the land
Remember the Berlin Wall that night it was God who would not let it stand
Two million Russian Jews would flee in going back to their home in Israel
But nonbelievers just can't see in believing nothing the Bible says is real
The Roman Empire being reconnected as the European Union says hi
And oh how such war has now affected and still some people ask why
But please don't take my word for it's all written down in black and white
And for all of those who have heard they certainly don't take this time lite
For in those being well aware of His Word we are also very versed in His might
Hopefully something inside you has stirred and you begin to see His Light
In Daniel 2:32-36 is Nebuchadnezzar's dream but it is in Daniels own reply
For in Daniels response you might gleam so I thought that I'd t least try
Shame on those who malign the green bean casserole!
It gustatory delightfulness I shall e'er extol!
With 'fork in cheek' I'll take nonbelievers to task,
And their foibles and biases will strive to unmask!
Folks who disdain this dish ain't tellin' the truth.
Their culinary tastes are so pitifully uncouth!
I'd like to meet the feller who began this unsavory fable,
To ask why he destined it for such an untimely label!
At the church potluck dinner on fellership night,
There's always a green bean casserole to my delight!
A holiday repast with bountiful board just ain't complete,
Unless there's the inevitable green bean casserole to eat!
'Tis such a scrumptious dish, yet so easy to prepare.
Even I could whip up a batch, I really do declare!
Mix some beans, some onion thingys and mushroom soup,
And there you have it folks, all in one fell swoop!
Ere I flee this realm I aim to found as one of my goals,
"The Society For The Propagation Of Green Bean Casseroles!"
Upon my stone you may etch when I end this life's pursuit:
"Many were the green bean casseroles consumed by this galoot!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I've made promises to survive before
To those I'd never see again
To those who couldn't keep it themselves
To those who don't know I exist
And here I am on the other side of 27
Having known the taste of gunmetal
Having felt the sting of overdose
Having gravity's cold embrace weigh me down
And it's nothing special
There was no celebration, no confetti
No one to play me off as the credits rolled
Things didn't get any easier
And yet, here I am.
Is it something to be proud of?
Was it simply being too lazy to die?
Less a desire to live and more a fear to die?
What was it that pushed me forward?
Love? Don't be silly.
Desire? I was willing to lose it all at points.
Pride? I understand it means nothing.
Pretentiousness? I haven't done enough to merit joining that club.
Half a year later, I don't have an answer.
A path forward perhaps, but no answer.
A lifetime ago, people danced to my tune
And I built a profession based on those skills
A decade later and that city's in ruins
With nothing behind me but salt and ash
With a Porcupine's Curse, I can't take the easy way
I don't want them even if they wanted me
I chose solitude assuming I wouldn't have to live with it long
But what choice do I have but to commit now?
28 is a higher number than I expected to experience
But so was 27.
22.
16.
But hit with the long plague, 60 seems like a dazzlingly high cap
With a wounded heart from the jump? Maybe 50's optimistic.
And in the womb I'll build for myself
I'll be stillborn when they find me again
Join the club? Sorry, I've gotta get home and do nothing all night again
And thus did 27 pass despite their best efforts
Come 29, I'll be an unstoppable god beset by nonbelievers
With a dead universe behind me and a handful of soil to my name.
Six Songs
Written: by Miracle Man
September 11, 2020
To the throes of death I had advanced,
but God had opted to make me whole.
Six songs simultaneously danced,
in the ears of an unconscious soul.
I think I'll never forget that time,
or those five days that were plucked from life.
Survival chances thin as a dime,
and in prayer was a distraught wife.
Doctors were stunned and had no words,
to explain this miraculous change.
I heard six songs not chirping of birds,
Nonbelievers may think this is strange.
I had Open Heart Surgery for the “Widow Maker” and three days later suffered Sudden Cardiac Arrest. Every thing that could go wrong had. Back surgery, pneumonia, kidney failure, and a host of other things. My wife was told that I just had too many things going against me at once and there was little hope. minutes later things turned on a dime and i went from 16 bags on a drip frame to one that week. Doctors later told me that I shouldn’t be here. That they couldn't explain my miraculous recovery. But prayer warriors knew. It was quite a journey and one I can’t seem to forget. Doctors started calling me Miracle Man. Tom
You see the world through his eyes
sharing his views with the masses
He sits only on chairs for the wise
dictating all of your classes
Forget all of the tales that you've heard
attached to bodies of the laymen
Nothing supersedes the cost of his words
as he receives every payment
Invisible only to nonbelievers & friends
with attitudes of an atheist
Refusing thoughts that everything is him
proves who really is the craziest
Receive him with open arms & hearts
embracing his enduring love
He's the body & everything are his parts
made from his mind up above
Cosmic in all of his eternal ways being divine
tried & true
In his essence exists an infinite shine born
of suns on display for all of you to view
Chandrasekhar dreamed of gravity's might
Black holes drawing in even light
Skeptics laughed and he couldn't win.
Even England turned its back on him.
Galileo cried, “Come, look, you’ll see!”
But his peers said, “you're tricking me!
Your glass is cursed; your stars aren’t true
You’ll cast a spell on us; we won’t look through.”
Goddard thought rockets could fly
They said, “The man’s a fool to try.”
They found out he was right when Nazi rockets came,
A hard way for London to learn his name.
Julius Mayer said energy was conserved.
Skeptics thought he had lots of nerve.
His paper was scorned, his name dismissed—
He was dramatically right, so he makes this list.
Wegener thought Africa fit the American coast
He thought once they were joined, but his theory was toast
Geologists called him nasty names
Even an open mind couldn't accept such claims.
The Wrights were “Lying Brothers,” so described
But those who saw their planes in action had not lied.
Finally the Wrights moved to Europe, an overnight sensation
And they sold airplanes to many a nation.
This raises questions of what we believe
How truth can be lost, and hard to retrieve
Reality too simplified, wrong barriers that we find
It's so important to keep an open mind.
Little church in the middle of nowhere, empty car in the parking lot.
Hundreds of empty souls and their memories have wandered in between halls and pews; teeth gnashing lies, angry hands signing love while simultaneously forcing their words down your throat like a medicine syringe to an infant but what have you done to be deemed sick, nonbeliever?
The trees are pink and the house is purple and when you put them together the sky turns lilac
The butterflies in the bushes don’t flutter into my hands anymore and they say it’s because I have not found god
Little girls in purple houses are losing their innocence and the pink trees are losing their appeal because demand out runs supply and, couldn’t we say the same for faith?
What haven’t we done to be deemed as sick, believer?
Form:
Old age tends to feel like a waiting game
when the footfalls of Death start encroaching.
And your passion for life dims down its flame,
watching life's end stealthily approaching.
You start looking back rather than ahead:
memories replace dreams of tomorrow.
And the years, like an unraveling thread,
expose feelings of love, faith, and sorrow.
Oddly enough, you don't feel old inside,
though time keeps steadfastly ticking away.
And setting your qualms about Death aside;
faith disregard what nonbelievers say.
Old age feels comforting; a well-worn shawl
that deadens the sound of Death's footfall.