Purifies Poems | Examples

Thrill of Late Summer

The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.

The air is hazy, lazy, filled with fun,
Awaiting the chill and darkness of fall,
Now missing kisses of mid-summer's sun,
And cricket's early morning rasping call.

The sky billows brilliant blue with glamour,
The ocean's coolness purifies the air,
Tempting sunbaths silently clamour
For my pale skin on the beach to bask bare.

Heaven's Favor or Hell's Fire

Hell’s fire does not now exist
for those who die apart from Christ.
The wicked dead are food for worms
As are the bodies of dead saints.

But death for all is not the end.
The God who made heaven and earth
is God of life and not of death,
and it’s his will that men should live.

When sin brought death, He sent His son
To die for man and pay sin’s price.
So, those who in His Son believe
E’en though they die, will one day live.

Those who refuse to turn from sin
Will pay the price of sin themselves.
When the fire of God from heaven fall
With Satan’s host in hell will burn.

As fire burns while fuel lasts
Hell’s fire will burn ‘til nothing’s left.
The fire purifies the earth
And paves the way for the new earth.

God who created heaven and earth
Will once again repeat the feat.
The earth He makes will be the home
Of those who in His Son believed.

The wicked chose the fire of hell
But heaven’s favor others chose.
Men choose their fate of heaven or hell
And God rewards them as they choose.

God does not will that any die
but to repentance, all should come.
Each one must choose his own estate
Choose God my friend and you shall live.

Dream analogy

Drifting into sleep, repressed desires stir,
shaped as living beings in dream’s domain,
where assuming a role, as we prefer,
we navigate this mystical terrain.

As subject and object, we are the all,
though we know this not, being hypnotised,
thus the actor on stage cannot recall,
that he himself is as all forms disguised.

The dreamer and dreamed, both being the same,
how may the object awake in the dream,
which at some stage in life becomes its aim,
unless it negates thought spirals that stream?

Love activation and thought cessation,
purifies our soul through meditation.

Shower

In other worlds, we bathed in glass
instead of water.
Thousands of small grains cascade
as I stand bare in the shower, eroding.

Our ancestors never found cool, aqueous respite,
only beams that scorched the vast, barren sea of gold they wandered.

Their mouths, always parched,
never welcoming foreign waterborne contaminants.
Still, they were contaminated all the same
by those that burrowed into the flesh.

In any account of humanity,
we are flesh.
To be wrung,
to be infected,
by what cleanses and sustains.

And yet, we bathe
in dust or dew.
We consume.
We reach still for what purifies,
even if it wounds.

Barbados Beach

aqua and sky blues 
enchanting, entrancing hues…
a Barbados beach 
soothes, purifies and cleanses -
a salve for soul and senses

Waterfall

Waterfall, it cleanse,
Healing, life-giving, it quench
Purifies, refresh.

A complaint

If you don’t like my poem, just close it tight,
It won’t harm me, I’ll be all right.
History itself will judge, not we,
Who stands tall, and who’s lesser, you’ll see.

I write my verses as my heart desires,
My only demand is truth that inspires.
Better to cry out and die for what’s real
Than cross to the other side with sin to conceal.

Will I find happiness? Maybe, maybe not,
It matters little if I’m liked or forgot.
My duty is truth for the future to bear;
If not, would I not rest idle somewhere?

Have I fulfilled my duty? I cannot say,
Have I done good or simply gone astray?
Instead of questioning those like me,
To the future, I’ll write my plea!

You may not be an angel, but still you strive,
The truth of life will always survive.
When hellfire scorches your very soul,
Our earthly woes will seem so small.

Demons and spirits grow numerous today,
True sincerity feels further away.
Before your conscience, your soul purifies,
Through the good deeds seen by human eyes.

A person redeems with kindness alone,
And a cleansed soul brings me joy unknown.
Let my people testify to the truth of my word,
And let this petition stand as my accord!

Pure Woman

Pure Woman

What would you do if you found a women
As pure as the day she was born. 

A woman radiant like no other, who’s light
Purifies darkness and holds the shadows at bay.

One untouched by man, with a beauty unmatched.
Whose eyes are spell-binding, with a simple glance.

With words so warm, they melt the hearts of man.
And open the gates of locked emotions. 

Skin so smooth you can call it silk, and lips as
Sweet as roses and honey. 

One who is wise like a serpent, yet gentle as a dove.
Whose laughter brings joy to the ears.

To find such one, would be an endless treat
But if you found such a one, what would you do?

Would you throw dirt on her name? 
Turning her into a bride of hate and confusion!
Roughly pulling and tugging on her body until
There is nothing left? Causing disrespect and mistrust.

Or would you help her grow and develop into the angel she is
Meant to become. A pure and lovely soul for all to love and follow!

The sun also rises

The truth may be a cracked mirror, changing at every angle,
pleasure diminishes with time, yet the sun also rises.

Time spent in self-pity is meaningless, a flight of numbness
disdainful of clinging to the hope the sun also rises.

There may be ripples on the dark surface of waters in storms
but savoring these moments purifies when the sun rises

Ideals become dented and rusty like suits of armor 
summer light softens the edges of things as the sun rises.

I will not tremble in panic watching my shadow detour
elsewhere out of my mind, but wait till the sun also rises.


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Fulfillment Juice Verse 2

Heaven's the goal
He purifies my soul
And I lives by His quotes
Every moment I go down
I quickly arose
I'm heading to the post man
I don't want to lose
And faith envelopes
Thus I dream big
I'm grateful for His fig tree
that shades me from the drought heat
reaping the fruits the breeze flings
and replanting the seedlings
for abundance of riches
my soil is loamy
but the enemy 
always sows his weed in
so much struggle and strife
but I rise and fight
won't stop searching for the light
in the darkest of the night
travel any kilometer, 
no matter what's the height
my destination is blissful 
and it's bright
In this journey of life
the storm builds my soul
I'm sailing with the Christ
obviously not alone
hardship is sinking
I'm submarined in the truth
pour out my heart in prayer,
I'm sipping fulfillment's juice

MOONRISE

Moonrise, misty eyes.
My love sleeps in foreign arms.
Tasting false and forbidden charms.

Sunrise, magic eyes.
My love keeps my love alive, 
As though he's done no harm.

He walks straight and tall into my morning,
Speaks to me of love undying.
He looks deeply into my eyes
And believes I don't know he's lying.

Whose the jester, whose the fool?
My love breaks every cherished rule.
But the morning will not find me waiting,
Or his false love reinstating.

Moonrise, clear eyes.

I walk straight and tall into the night.
I think of peace and love undying.
I look deeply into my soul, and even though
I know what I now know, vow to love myself instead.

Self-love redeems and purifies.
There is no longer need for self-lies.
Though I walk alone, it is not in darkness.

Moonrise, sunrise, no longer matters, no wrong, no right.
I am clothed in Light, Love's true guise.

Copyright Chula Fleming Aug 1, 1986

Fires

Fires are friend to gold
It purifies all drossy
All forms tried the same.

Endless Possibilities

I find myself drifting through a galaxy of dreams....
Each one presented with endless possibility  ...

 Fresh new worlds before me thriving in infinite color, direction and depth, awaiting my command with script of storyline called from the past, present or future. Fantasies bursting with taste,  sight, smell, and sound. All measure of potential joy engulf me with ringing tempo and exhilaration of my choosing ….. 

And yet…… I dream of you.  The sound of your voice as it gives purpose to my soul..... the sight of your face as the radiance of your smile fills my heart with the glorious memory of perfection...

For though I gain endless possibilities of galaxy's pallet it comes to nothing least I live within the warm glow of your love. A love which consumes me,,, purifies me ,,, and lifts me to soar among the heavens...
Though I perish by surrendering every fiber of myself,,,let it be ... that I may find a place of refuge within your world….

Tomorrow is Yours to Take

I weep for yesterday
Its thought springs pain
Of all I ought to gain
Console me not
Coz it purges and purifies my heart
As it energize me for tomorrow wrapped in today
If the anxiety of tomorrow's promise
Kick away the yesterday's regret without work
I will have another today
That will make me weep for yesterday again

Never again I said,
Just like faith without work
Weeping may endure for a night
Then comes weeping in the morning
God knows and own your tomorrow
Yield to His will
Live righteously and diligently do whatever your hand and brain
Find doing
Just like faith with work
Your tomorrow is yours to take
From the hand of your creator
If you fail to take it
You will have another today
That will make you weep for yesterday again.

Cure for What Ails Me

Afghanistan is the place to go
Lapis Lazuli is brought out in buckets
Her blues shining in the sun
Healing me in spite of myself

A stone that boots your immune system
sooths inflammation, alleviates insomnia
overcomes depression and purifies your blood
I should have brought some relatives with me for this

I go down deep into the cave, swallowing my fear
understanding the benefits will outweigh my feelings
they allow me to choose my own stones
I feel charged, alive, healthier almost instantly.
Lapis Luzuli is the cure for so much that ails me.

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