Long Religion Poems
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Anyone in pain , kinsman will accompany him
they will compensate his loss
no one will cry in the storm of sorrow and pain
the society will wake up in gross.
Mom don't cry further more, daddy is there
in the sky in star in night and in the dawn
I can see him there mom listen to him
saying establish the seed of love khokon.
Today I promise in this dawn in morning
I will write the song of destruction in the form of a hero
to break the trap of the religion
and will fill the world with the luster of love, mom; will not be a zero.
I will not be afraid of war in the land of slaughter
give me the sword to do the war mom
it's my dream dreams of hope, dreams of you
glitters of which will wake up the society
will remove the darkness the pain and the storm.
Fundamentalists have misinterpreted the wise men,
Magnified them and blown up their faith in god,
Claim that the magi had an epiphany, heard from above,
In searching for, analysing and interpreting the nexus odd.
So what’s the real story of the wise men,
Because it’s they who had societal eyes,
They were listened to and very much respected,
By the many, the productive and the whys.
There was something going on, a wave, a tide,
To initiate socialisms feeling, equalising bride,
Which let the poor and the working citizen,
Be treated medically as they did not ever sin.
A rebel was born not through experience, but by birth,
To parents out with the marriage contract,
Whose bond was love with natural affection,
And who reared the child on such an astute fact.
The wise men understood Jesus beginnings,
Accepted their power to enable his work and carvings,
And balanced his parents sexual immorality,
By giving reputation, a promise for him to be god on high.
The magi, as Zoroastrians, believed in free will,
That actions are completely yours, not gods,
Not prompted, divine, suggested or derived,
But yours to enjoy or for you to suffer from your frauds.
So as wise men they advocated themselves,
As the finders of the messiah of the jews,
As his pronouncers and original validators,
As the hinters of his apparent short fuse.
I was always taught, right through childhood,
That god told the wise men where to go,
What stance to take about this needy child,
And how to interpret his parents certain know.
Zoroastrianism is the total explanation,
Of the people’s toleration of Jesus Christ,
And I posit that societal interpreters have secured,
Much sociology, which was by them allured.
A high school coach dropped to his knees
At the end of every game
To offer up a prayer to God;
Most players did the same.
It was a public high school
And this happened on the field.
When other teams were asked to join,
This practice was revealed.
The coach was asked to stop because
The realms of church and state
Are meant to be kept separate,
Which the courts must regulate.
However, lately, more and more,
Religion’s gaining ground
And cases like this one
In public schools are often found.
And now a lawsuit’s made it
To our very highest Court.
Considering our justices,
I’m dreading their report.
The Secret of Christmas
Who could not wish for Christmas?
For I have been witness with my own eyes
I have felt the humanity and joy raining from the skies
I have traveled back in time, long ago
Into a Maronite church
Listening to the language of Jesus
As the choir sings
Children romp and play
I see man with arms outstretched in humble prayer
Time travel is possible, back to the future of peace
I hear many voices proclaim all that Christmas is NOT
They are all wrong
When you focus on the nots
You see not what is
What is, is love
However expressed
However given
Heavenly peace is felt in the soul
Every single human should feel this joy
Even with a humble messenger of love
Listen first the message
The message you say?
The savior is in us all
Listen to the beating of your own heart
Follow any path you choose
As long as you see the light
The universe will shine bright
The beauty inside of you
Should you open it to the world
Is gods gift
To one and all
Merry Christmas
Hallelujah- Lindsey Stirling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VzprYCxPBQ
Katherine Jenkins - Hallelujah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PwIMQ4sb3A
Katherine Jenkins - Angel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xdv-VOMcyE
Wave the flag of love
We have forgotten
To wave a flag
A flag that signify life
A flag for all
Doesn't matter who you are
Were you come from
What gender or religion
This is a flag of humanity
A flag of world unification
So were ever you are
If you love the world
Wave the flag of love
Wave the flag of love
I have been all over the world
One thing keep me happy
The quality of love I get
It brings a new inspiration
To my soul
It touches my heart to
Feel good among the people
Of every part of the world
I remember that happiness
Is so sweet from the heart
Of love
So I call on the world
To tap on love
Who ever you are remember
Love is life
Life is love
So were ever you are
Wave the flag of love
Wave the flag of love
Are you full of hate
Are you tired of life
Does depression kills you
On your comfort zone
You must be out of touch
Cos you need love
It is a healing
It has to heal the world
Only when we realise
It the answer
It will win all we fight
At the end
It is a redemption to our injustice
It is a God
So were ever you
Who ever you are
Despite all the beautiful
Colourful flags of every nation
It can't be much better
And important than
The flag of love
So were ever you are
Rise the flag of redemption
Wave the flag of love
Said the gay man
to the straight man
can we not just be friends
Said the straight man
to the gay man
take hold of my hand
We'll never make it
with this hatred
let us make amends
It's not too late to
say I love you
after all aren't we all kin
Being the family of man
I'm sure we can
live and all let live
Said the straight man
and the gay man
let's bring hatred to an end
Though we all have our different life styles and opinions can't we respect each other enough as human beings to get along? I chose this subject for the rhyme but this goes for race, religion, and anything else you can think of. We need more love.
I strolled into Hell like a VIP/
Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/
"Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/
Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/
God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/
"I designed Satan, what is this lore"/
I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/
"Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/
He plotted doom, storms brewed with fire/
I told him his shoes looked thrift store expired/
Satan sulked, his schemes backfired/
Turns out, sarcasm makes Hell retired/
I sat on his throne, twirled his pitchfork high/
Demons threw confetti, unsure why/
I changed the rules, now Hell serves pie/
With a side of laughter, eternal supply/
Satan begged, "Give me my throne back please"/
I said, "Not till you learn jokes with ease"/
He tried a pun; it made Hell freeze/
God choked on ambrosia, what a tease/
Now Hell's a comedy club, tickets are free/
Demons heckle; Angels sip tea/
Satan sighs, "I was supposed to be scary"/
I said, "Buddy, you lost to me, hilarious, truly"/
I dethroned the Prince of Darkness fair/
Taught him memes and split his despair/
God just watched, wide-eyed in prayer/
"Never again," He whispered midair/
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Frozen, in a darkened moments cold,
preserving, youth denied its growing old,
flames that severed psyches cord
arson at the hands of those who “serve the lord”.
Living in an ice block embered hate
all that might have been numbly laid waste
locked both in and outside of the gate
homeless amid the “keepers of the faith”.
Deafened by the pealing of the bells
sentencing a child to lifeless hells,
carrying the weight of sinner’s sin
because they told him it belonged to him.
Embers, that were tended, fueled with rage
warming, ever slowly, livings flame
refusing to be locked in clerics cage
torching the lie “I was to blame”.
8/14/2014
For Gail Angel Doyle contest
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Four months pregnant
show them the belly.
Real not plastic,
Ultrasound glares pierce
a lack of eye contact
stuck at the Papa John's
on Fountainbridge. Eleven PM.
Drunken men to be avoided.
A place to stay - no,
money for a place to stay.
It's my first.
I thought I'd get paid
but Jesus was crucified
now I can't pay for an inn
- it's not like there's stables in the city.
Be friendly, hold eye contact, someone will help.
I'm autistic you see, so sorry
then they leave. It's all a scam.
The hostel are holding my bags
I'm here for my friend who
who cares anyway.
Find a friend to stay with
no but I don't trust - I don't trust you.
I'm four months pregnant.
I get paid in four days
take my passport.
I'm here for a memorial for
my friend that killed themselves
four years today.
What do you want?
Fifty quid.
Not a chance.
Alleyways are free.
At least I'm not being crucified.
At least I'm a ferry ride away.
At least, at least my baby's alive.
Did I tell you what happened in Spain?
I was spiked with acid,
assaulted maybe I can't remember.
That's why I need my own room to sleep.
Do you understand?
Lack of trust, place to stay,
I'll give you my passport.
I promise I'll pay
you back and the world too
For the things it's done to me.
Perform a miracle right now;
Let me run across water
back to Dublin then I'll
come back here with money
to show them. The bump is real.
Nobody cares still, even if I could get back
who would want to see that.
I'll sleep here.
On the pavement with indented glass.
I'll lie arms stretched
and stare at the moon.
I'll keep my baby safe
while I fight drunkards and neds alike.
Stranded for now on the day of crucifixion
with Good Friday left gaping ready to listen.
Pain’s shaped effects pass thru joy’s sieved prep
to map my spirits journey of primary urge to me.
With confidence of honest feel comes the promise
that I am a spiritual being having a human life.
Individuality and authenticity themes, I long sensed,
as two needs to pursue for my eternal accord.
My emotions in every scenario are where I go
to willingly absorb all feel to best aid my soul.
Down, up and sideways my fragile has laid
until the granting of a new emotional day.
Should I ignore challenges and pain,
I would deny my spirit its depth to claim.
With gratitude I roll in blessings and joy,
give thanks for every uplifting mood.
At the start of my memories as feel-kept
is my Father, God, love-strengthening my steps.
God is my cause, regard and my meaning,
but not so religion with its pointed shards.
My faith is one on one in its honed stays
and nature the church I deeply savor.
Living true to the uniqueness of my layers
is reason my Maker gave me distinct flavors.
To witness truth principles in now moments
is my greatest sweetness in earth business.