Long Religious belief Poems

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Premium Member Eve Roper

Eve Roper

Eve .... “Life”, living, lively from the day it began

        Very much a woman because she was taken out of “Man”

                Eager to please fellow man


Raining with budding inspiration for creativity in the arts 

        Overly sympathetic nature arouses storms of emotional feeling in the heart

                Peace of mind and the love awakes for  true relaxation creed

                        Embodied with ambitious and open to rational ideas that led

                                 Rooted to responsibilities and harvest religious belief


 By: Eve Roper  11/23/2015
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Premium Member Her Guidance

Echoing in the halls
Her final calls
The serenade of the ails
A closure of tales

She found relief
In solemn religious belief
A single beam of light
To stay the night

The weak and the dying
Tears finally drying
Still she stays strong
In the face of many a swan song

The walls crumble
Once proud, now humble
But we still stand tall
To stave off the fall

Her wisdom is a guide
To hundreds who confide
So many are weak
But few are meek

From atheist to theist
Every forehead she has kissed
In this moment we embrace humanity
In the face of insanity

The siren sings
And paradise rings
One last mushroom
To erase the gloom

Echoing in the halls
Her final calls
The serenade of a ghost
Who loved us the most

Independence Day-15 August

 Impressions of a teenager

I was born today twenty years ago
A healthy child with eyes of a doe
I grew up in a free world
Saw the national flag unfurled

Sang national anthem with devotion
A hand on my heart and no motion
It stirred my pride on secular belief
Sacrifices of martyrs elicited grief

I studied in cosmopolitan schools
Learnt honesty and obeying the rules
Ne’er differentiated between rich and poor
Or had any delusion to a life of grandeur

The TV news showed a bitter killing
The video clips were very chilling
A result of animosity between two men
One of whom lost in a gambling den

Days later two groups fought a bitter battle
The bone of contention was lifting of cattle
One group accused the other of eating beef
They said it was against their religious belief

 Another day a young couple was burnt alive
The relatives and parents decided to connive
The girl loved, married the boy of lower caste
Retribution by the elders was prompt and fast

It’s awfully risky for girls to travel alone
Even if she has her mobile phone 
She can be waylaid by men at a lonely place
Forced to satisfy their lust and face disgrace

“What has independence given us?” I ask
A discordant society oblivious of its task!
The sacrifices of martyrs appear to be in vain
All principles and ethics are down the drain  

Greed of wealth and power is the motto
Governance is like a game of lotto
Honesty has ceased to be a virtue
Questioning the corrupt is breaking the curfew

End
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member As It Turns Out Jesus Was Real

As it Turns Out Jesus Was Real 
By David J Walker

It turns out that my
Atheists friends were all wrong

Jesus is real 
And he hangs on a cross-street 
Walk don’t walk light
Downtown 
Near the Salvation Army hall

Where hungry children meet
And pick crumbs from his beard
He said he had not eaten 
And I fed him
That’s when his name I recalled
But they killed him
And he was gone

It turns out that
Gandhi was an angel of God

Sent from India 
And took into his embrace 
The children of every race

And religious belief 
Of every season

And loved for loves sake 
For any reason 
Except hate

So they killed him
And he was gone

It turns out that Buddha 
Was more than wise

In his Sutta middle path to compromise
In life’s extremes 
Between good and bad

And 
Young and old
Go and be bold he told them

But he died of Pork and wild truffles 
And he was gone

It turns out my 
Friends were all wrong

There is a light shining in
The darkness

And it comes to me 
At night 
In my sleep

Singing psalms 
And leaving gifts of Manna

With the names of too whom it belongs
And where  I may find them at dawn

I will try before
They are gone
Form: Rhyme

How Equality At Work Really Works the Funny Truth

Should an office employ 
50 men 50 women
87 white British with 7 of them Asian 
2 Indians 2 from Pakistan 
1 from China 1 Japan 
1 Bangladeshi and 1 Black man 
90 on the right hand 
10 use the left 
A division of political 
and religious belief 
Or we could employ those 
considered the best
Does experience growth 
beat education that knows 

I think people get jobs because 
they know the right people 
Get opportunity just because 
they grow close to right people 

Obviously suck ups brown nosers and muppets 
make up the crowd that firstly will profit 
and yes men get suggestions and also move up it 
they are given authority and of course it’s corrupted 

This allows discrimination of individuals not a race one 
Some personal history is resolved out of its placement 
It’s a spread of the slander from the people who lead 
Because their employment position means they are believed 

They attack staff who perform well in their job 
Information about them that their boss will stop 
as they claim their a problem even though they are not 
more intelligent and capable not suck ups taking shots 

The people in charge have no backbone or grace 
backed up by those lacking honour two faced 
these are the leaders, the ones who succeed, 
Equality seekers have no influence over greed
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Form: Rhyme


Modern Cults, Part IV

You see the ones who thing gender
is something plastic you can change,
people who back in better lines
were locked-up for being insane,
people who think a basic fact
older than the species itself
can just be changed if you ‘feel so,’
you think we would get them some help.
Instead thy have become a cult,
their words like religious belief,
rather than teach these people fact
they put them on hormones quickly.
Put them on drugs that ruin health,
weaken skeletons, increase cancer,
put them on drugs that sterilize
to indulge mental disorder.
Cut off their parts, they don’t grow back,
doom them to a life in-between,
permanent change for unstable minds,
doing such a thing just sounds mean.
Explain that cold reality
does not give a damn for their thoughts,
they claim you are ‘denying them,’
their whole life is recognition sought,
and if you choose to refuse that,
to not be a part of the lie,
they try to sick the state on you,
to hell with your rights, just comply!
Explain that their suicide rates
do not decline after the snip,
they make up words like ‘transphobic,’
but that will not save them from it.
And worse, they aim this stuff at kids,
people much too young to consent,
to the point that tell the schools
to {hide" this all from the parents.
They are cutting up our children
for a chance that cannot exist,
the modern human sacrifice,
an evil that somehow persists.
A belief system so absurd,
nnd brings out tragic results,
blood magic has not gone away,
it just calls itself the trans cult.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member She Did Not Want To Hurt His Feelings

You're a beauty, his grandmother said. You would make a terrific catch.
Sheila did not know if she wanted to be caught.
She had been doing pretty well for thirty-two years by herself.
She had a terrific family, a great job, and she owned her own home.
He was handsome and kind, but boring.
She thought it would work out though.

Are you settling? Her girlfriend asked.
She sort of was, but he was a nice guy.
She did not want to hurt his feelings,
and her parents wanted her married.
They were of the religious belief that everyone should be for some reason..

She dated him for several months; each date a little more boring than the last. But he was incredibly nice and got his feelings hurt if she said no to the next date.  He pouted too, he was great at pouting.

She ended up not hurting his feelings date after date after boring date.
Her parents were thrilled when she said “yes” at Christmas.
He had asked her in front of them, so saying “no” would be more difficult.
She resolved to go into this resigned to a life of “whatever”.
He was thrilled, laughing and kissing everyone in the room.

Her family liked him better than they had ever liked her.
He hung out with her brothers, they had all the same hobbies.
Her sisters began including her in discussions, she was “normal” now.
She thought she could get used to him, and her family adored him.
She was walking down the aisle with her beaming father when she knew….
She had been wrong. She ran off screaming, leaping toward freedom.
Her family adopted him and disowned her. Best day ever!
Form: Narrative

Innocence

This tiny little eight year old girl with tears in her eyes
Mixed in with wars horrible swirl this little girl simply cries
Her whole entire family was killed seeing her mother murdered too
It is what these rebels willed it is what they are meant to do

Only her Great Aunt was left alive cradling her with each arm
How did they ever survive and escape such a rampaging harm
And now just sitting alone a reporter asked if she could speak
And in the softest tone she said words only spoken by the meek

Murdered for just their religious belief Our Lord protected her life
Oh but her enormous grief and there being so much war torn strife
So much pain on her tiny little face oh the pain that there must be
But she was filled with such a glorious Grace for her faith never did flee

As the reporter would soon say to your enemies what would you have said
Her hands drawn up to her face as her eyes begin to slightly close
She said, "Give us this day our daily bread 
And forgive us our trespasses 
As we forgive those who trespass against us"

My heart began to break and my lips began to tremble
My soul now so awake as my own daughter she could resemble
Wiping the many tears away and falling down onto my knees
Oh how for her I did pray for God will always hear our pleas
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Those Who Lead The People In Any Society Will Answer To The Most High God

 The "Most High God" is The Creator"! "The Holy Spirit Is Power"every minute,second,day and every hour! The "Holy Spirit"is The Greatest Power" that can force "The Devil Himself" and his fallen Angels and "All" to get on "Their Bending Knees" if he please! The "Most High God"puts any on "Bending Knees " no matter what Religion you may be,or if you have no "Religious Belief at all you will fall on bending knee in the presence of "The Lord God Almighty"! We "Love " "The Holy Spirit" that gives us "Holy Power"everyday and every hour! The Holy Spirit controls "Trump Tower"! The "Holy Spirit" created a "Flower"! The Holy Spirit gives "Holy Power" so that we can defeat any "Enemy"or anybody who tries to block his presence any place or any time as they suffer for no realizing he is sublime! We who "Love "The Holy Spirit",The Most High God,The lord God Almighty will have "A Victory Over Any Enemy",and it will be "Achieved "for certain!  What good is any so called Religious Belief without "The Holy Spirit"? Holy,Holy,Holy to "The Most High God We Give The Glory! God said I AM THAT I AM! God is "Holy and is Spirit! Jesus Christ came to help fulfill God's "Holy Plan",and that is why we still "Stand",both woman and man! By Stephen Crenshaw Universal International Hall Of Fame Poet From Louisville,Kentucky
Form: Rhyme

Christian Believer Hypocrisy

Christian Believer Hypocrisy

Kentucky clerk Kim Davis
Use of her religious belief is a mistake most gravest.
While denying same-sex marriage, she is cherry picking the bible
When she grants divorced persons marriage licenses, making her argument not very viable.





Jesus had several times said something about divorce and remarriage. Corinthians 7:10-11 especially applies to Kim Davies who has three divorces and four marriages. Not only is she a hypocrite, she is using religion to promulgate hate. Oh yes, I think Jesus said something about "loving your neighbor" that seems lost on christian conservatives.
Form: Clerihew

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